Raised, especially above the ground:
First of all it is not a discreet writer, but about the reality of numbers.
I will always drink Wednesday to sleep with you.
Myth of a rabbit –
Look, there, beauty and fame seems to be in the news.
We are attached wines of society, the amount of wealth we are seeking.
We only have to pretend.
“From a fool, we crazy crazy”
– The existence of convenient lucky characters,… for many people raise towers.
Emily Dickinson did not reside here, where leaves kiss shadows and eaves whisper about summer to the remains of grit that gets washed away in the rain of cloud convictions. Yeats never told her about the window that looks back at the reflected trees. So why is it that they seem to be waving at the camera in a poetic frenzy of twisting line breaks, like an uneven stanza, a stratification of emotional confusion ?
Here are Pareidolia Parasols
for high wire walkers
roof repair workers
in the bright sun,
as rays of certainty hurl down upon their heads,
with the verity of gravity’s grasp.
Unwanted facts, quickly approaching –
from the shouting horizon –
brings on vertigo in existential deniers .
Too much emotional distortion
rises in the air,
as the refractive index
causes truth to bend
when it enters and exists in opinionated thoughts –
unsteadily seated on peaks & gable corners,
angry convictions shout
at laughter running across the green lawns.
Welcome to the Asemic Cinema, where opening shots& titles tell a different story from the one passing before your eyes. This week’s classic comes from a time & place that once was/will be. It is a re-write of The Runaway Bus (1954), a British Mystery-Comedy – please note that the sub-titles have been deconstructed to find alternative meaning.
travellers seeking motion
commotion in lines.