Orson Welles/ Touch of Evil/ 1958
WHAT A GREAT CHALLENGE! Thank you, Tess, Magpie Tales.
HAM ON WRY
Listen Charlton, sweetheart, by-pass the cold buffet, the only thing left is a very dead sardine with glassy eyes. All I got was a crab that looked like Hitchcock. Go straight to the foie gras. Marlon's jumping it like it's going out of style. Then head for the hot stuff. They'll cook your goose just the way you like it. I even had to push Janet aside so I could take a dive into the innards. Dumb broad is on a diet! Eating something green! Makes me shudder, kinda nasty, a touch of evil, if you ask me. I told her to put some meat on her bones, or it'll be curtains for her. If looks could kill. After you lunge into seconds, make sure you finish with the Orson pudding, noir sprinkles on top. Okay, baby? Who said I'm a legend in my own mind?
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Puddle/ 1952/ M.C. Escher
I THINK A PANTOUM has the right dimension to reflect Escher's angles....thank you, Tess, Magpie Tales.
FACETS
Last dance at the end of the world.
Pull me close, hold me tight.
We U-turn through time,
swan along the footpath.
Pull me close, hold me tight.
I reach to grasp your fingertips.
Swan along the footpath,
splash across a mirror.
I reach to grasp your fingertips,
polished into gleaming facets.
Splash across a mirror,
a kaleidoscope revolving.
Polished into gleaming facets,
we U-turn through time,
a kaleidoscope revolving.
Last dance at the end of the world.
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Still Life/ 1670/ Jean Francois de la Motte
THANKS SO MUCH, Tess, for Magpie Tales.
AWAKENING
Some words
don't mind
clinging to walls,
some crumble
into the bindings
of remainders.
Some refuse
to ever stick
to flypaper,
and brazen ones
must always be shouted.
"Awakening"
comes after alpha,
but if you're blessed,
way before omega.
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Image/ Klaus Enrique Gerdes
MANY THANKS to Tess...at...Magpie Tales.
PLENTY
I am the I am,
a plentiful god
whose blood may flow
in the vein of a peach.
A green apple
splits within me,
beats like the heart of Eve.
I'm on the bee's journey,
adrift on air,
gathering honey
to drip from my lips.
Spit out the stone
that plants itself
within you
like an evil eye,
know yourself
to be a bouquet of spirit.
Do you want to be me?
You are.
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