Wednesday, September 26, 2007

FROM 'MAKE IT WAVIER' (2006)

CELLINI

I try to imagine you
and I in the bathtub.

Your back is against
the front. My back
is against the back.

Suddenly, I remove
a broadsword and point
it at your golden eyeballs.

Why golden?

Because somehow, when
you weren’t looking, some
joker, probably from ancient
Rome, painted us gold–
from head to toe. Cabeza a
pie. Think Cellini. Or
Goldfinger.

You almost cover your breast.
I practically hold a fig leaf.
That’s how much in love we
are. From bow to stern.

I can hear the ocean. It is an ocean
of love. Quite unusually, here in
the bathtub, it is quivering like a
baby.

all artwork, including monsters but not old timey photographs,
® mr. crispy flotilla, 2007

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm speechless.

Mo

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