Thursday, October 28, 2010

All Motion


I feel your motion start me questioning,
 so let's fly with a glass, stranger.
Tropical, can we?

I'll present psychedelic observations . . .
   some pain, under repressed peace.
Take up a rainbow, with positive kids.

No glorious awesome electric fantasy . . .
Mama's song would pulse soft perfect drugs.
Understand absurd sex,
   Our sound communicates a story.

Try a life-like vintage body,
   face angry despair with raw denial.

Those silhouettes become energy.


with Layna Roberts, January 6, 2007, 
64, 65, 66
photo: J. Feliu

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