Lipstick on my Window
The Waltz of the Nameless
the rouge line outlines the white
white, white clouds in the photograph. what is
the material? what is the inspiration?
each wavy line sneering, laughing, frown-
ing to its own music. the narrow rustic pipes
claw their way up the brick wall proving
once again that that which is
stagnant is impossible. motion
in every red stroke, every contour
until you realize, in a series of four
each vivid photograph
dances the diabolical tango, commemorating
the languishing effects of hyper-stimulation
& instead, instead, instead,
focusing like a war rifle
on the steady decline of avidness.
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