FROM 'MAKE IT WAVIER' (2006)
CELLINII 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
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