Radiance Do Dance

pollock
Sometimes
it is a breakaway
of color, a kaleidoscopic
spray and rupture
that does the trick
in convincing the light
to warm your veins
and stay a little while
longer.

 

(Artwork by Jackson Pollock)
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Look Closer

plath's lips
Her shadowcalled lips
bear the stitches of past love–
Kiss at your own risk.
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Classic Equation

Epic pie fight from The Battle of the Century.
A brief history
of humbleness through fool’s prey–
the meaning of pie.
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Fear and Loathing in Golgotha

passion of joan
Beatitude earned
by way of human cruelty–
The head count, shameful.

 

(Film still from The Passion of Joan of Arc)
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Hemingway’s Ghost

French Bistro
Every day and age
needs a clean well-lighted place
to exact its charms.
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The Way We Were

parasol II
Something about sap, and scent,
and leaving everything behind
to avoid death by porcelain,
and usher in the right rain
in real-time.
They had grown sick
of being someone else’s decoys
engineered to lure in god knows what
on a ritual and teasing basis.
They fled, far and wide,
without looking back, and left their pin-up
shells to model bibbed silence
as false charity
for chastity’s betokened wake.
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Grayscale

ONO_Stone-Piece_v2_photo-Pierre-Le-Hors-600x900
For millennia,
a cross that stones bear nobly–
mute throughout the din.

 

(Installation by Yoko Ono)
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This Side of Paradise

old-typewriter

Marshaling heaven
the keys to the kingdom
find writers typing.

 

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Worn to Marvel

old shoes
The old cobbler
left behind a pair of shoes–
fame became their lot.

 

(Artwork by Vincent Van Gogh)
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This Way In

mother V
There is a holding
that patterns its assured grip
on a tender charge.
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