O energy, O lethargy - swept out in a storm, but under sanguine skies. They fall pink in the distance and echo within the burnished and brushed. They echo within the red feted and red crushed. Red lines between eye and eye run counter and over, all counted and courted and flipped in blue reverse, red, red-orange. Pinky dangles for refills, and pinky fills the sky, expanse, the square corners of the opposite's attire and trim on the blue of the true blue honey-suckling flower of this latest dinner hour. Transferred in season, location, duration. But every smile rings positive freeform like blaring notes of brass-plated hearts, on what sweat-soaked stage do the musicians blow their expressive organs in jagged red lines, eye to eye, fade pink across the corners of the sky, into pale pink of room, into darker corners where pink becomes red becomes blue all mixed in the actions and attractions and lingering eyes, skinny ankles. up.
served up on February 9, 2003 03:26 AM