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Onoma Mar 20
her face is a gaunt rosebush--

whose thornage & leafage

periodically shear off roses.

as if they were a pile on of

hands.

she squints thru this with

turquoise eyes, those vivid

breakthroughs you get.

her hair's the long entanglement--

of the rueful moistening of night.
Onoma Mar 20
during the: Teatro alla Scala's

opening night (August 3, 1778).

Antonio Salieri's opera:

L' Europa rinconoscuita, a

chandelier so happened to

crash down...because all the

attendees were staring out at

one another with binoculars.

at the same time.
Onoma Mar 19
a ten foot sasquatch in

Montana's wilderness

listens to Beethoven's: Fifth.

he once found it an open

dumpster in town.

it was a pair from the 80s--

tomato-red in color, those

cottony earmuff-size ones

they used to produce.

he's swaying back & forth,

throwing around his massive

meat-hooks, the way that great

composer would.
Onoma Mar 19
Van Gogh's: Yellow House

was one of the coziest dwellings

of all time.

everything was touched with a

warmth, not to mention his

brilliant usage of Japanese

print coloration.
Onoma Mar 18
Mara's silvery-white locks

entombed in a blackening

locket.

fidgeting curls forming

insipidly winding knots.
Onoma Mar 17
aeolian soundings--

off...from branches

nimble enough to

hallow a harp.
Onoma Mar 16
Hamlet is a short-circuited

hand, examining the

coddles of an airy skull.

flipside with the solemnity

of its gesture.
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