Place des Vosges, Place des Vendomes. A dish of plaice at the palais and a royal hippodrome.
Elfin & gold bug, genie in the twilight of a cave.
Virgin On The Rocks --Da Vinci's painting-- aura light seeping toward sun-lit crack of day, the Master's Mona Lisa in the Louvre raptured, luminescence amid aging pigment steeping about rapt multitude.
Betwixt pit & pendulum, another canvas-- Da Vinci in a beatific pose (warm light of the room), gentle finger pointing upward, a puzzled crowd with nowhere to see.
Jungle, the cave human reservoir & cistern ... . quagmire and bog, but no alpine meadow, fairest glance of goodness in soiled wildflower under winter snows.
Pebbles into a cesspool, our sometime passions alive in the outback where honey-fuelled ants soothe enemy bones.
My blood, tempest-whipped, ardour drawn to the surface fathom marks the depths sees a spectacle on the roads queues/Carnival & Lent, unbridled raw and raging. Jesus would have nails.
Poison darts, liana and mangrove sounds with footsteps in the distance the blow-gun or bolo knife attache case / cellular phone ... "I'll kick your teeth down your throat, professionally speaking." Nine to five fecal beings perform the toilet-bowl flush.
Tsetse fly with design-- sapient, sand paper rough along the edge, dry rot to the core.
Plague rats cluster in a feeding frenzy sampling tidbits. Swirl of the bull fight, colour and scope, only its a supermarket, freeway.
Wide angle, wild angel, Umbrage of the uppercut. Tough-mindedness, singleness of purpose, the glacial speed of fairness along the sorted, sordid circles of Spitsbergen.
Our species' jailbait reason firing up the flashlight in the dark for a circumspect peek in the woods sleeping. Tell me your adventures in living.
Another hour spent strangling a reindeer on the taiga, boreally-speaking.
"Everybody in the world is frightened of getting cut." Charles Manson
I The image complete --collapsing corpses, rag dolls with skulls shot away ... ruby-red blood spurting slipstick/eyeshadow/mascara all so reptilian replete.
II The long fingers of the pianist playing rifle fire to a captive audience, stiletto tones; the trance effect, precedes a cobra's strike, summer without smoke.