Of artists and alchemy
2002-11-04 - 1:51 a.m.
before/after
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starlit daydream sparkle in my eyes life wrought guilt choices always win in the end if win is win and not death death of choice and life kept in closed cupboards behind the hedges and white picket fences of the thoughtless consumerist ways. And soon, and soon, crazed ideas and manic phases life long look last take my breath artists rendering art for woman's sake to get women, as if they can be possessed without giving themselves over and to such demons they do, is modern alchemy, rendering tin into gold through arcane process and works when the greatest art work of all most heaven sent is woman-kind herself a flash of leg as she climbs out of the car a flip of the hair after she lures you into catching her eye the hips, the bobble while they walk, a smile, a caress, a sweet moan like a good little girl right in the porches of my ear. And again and again and again the clock clicks slow, but not slow enough, the secrets of the universe is imprinted on your brain open up open up! Soon the sweet flow, like jazz of the soul, or jazz of the real, whatever is jazz is jazz to you your stick of gum chewed up like so many men, so many souls a dragon, reaching around, clutching its tail in its mouth consuming itself.
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