delicate velvet
she sits there casually smoking a cigarette
as the frails on her ripped jeans sway in the moonlight
a gentle breeze washes her face…
tapping her foot to the melody
as the beat goes on..
it don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing
the clouds dance in the sky
like a slow motion symphony
of marshmellow cottonball surprises
humming a little tune
in the middle of june
dancing away…
glittertip fairytale magic wand
sprinkles and drizzles a schmorgasboard of pastries
sugarlipped, candytipped, eternal dessert of sweet nothings
Birthday Party. This Saturday. Please RSVP by Tuesday.
balloons! balloons! balloons!
she closes her eyes
Alice in Wonderland
a cave
as she holds her breath
to blink is to think
and to think is to quarry
But how very sedimentary.
smile and whisper
camera fades and then pans to the left…
connecting with the moment
curious art
art curious
curious art
art curious
creation.
Creation.
A delegation of relation sports.
Observe the disapperance of the chain of command…
and here, we have a hat…. observe a rabbit suddenly emerging…
Life, the living documentary. Passing fancies.
Swash buckling armed commando, DRAW YOUR SWORD!
OFF! With their head!
Motown music-Supreme soundtrack
she gazes into his eyes of safe serenity
and twirls his hair in her fingertips
the soft locks tickle and she laughs
as it all fades away into nothing…
the world begins to spin faster
but just for a moment
pigtails + punk rock mohawk = three separated strands of hair
she rollerskates into his arms and spills her cotton candy all over the place
but it’s okay.
it’s okay.