Lautréamont Disco
beckons the neon
to those
travellers of the night
. . . words.
"What's a nice sewing machine
like you..."
asks an umbrella
"...doing on a dissection table
like this?"
Miss Sewing Machine
tells the umbrella fella
"Hop it buster!"
He hops it.
She is looking for
a Sugar Dalí.
A cute de Chirico statue
is getting chatted up
by what I guess is
a poet.
The poet is
getting his face slapped.
The nostalgia
of the Infinite.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
Lautréamont Disco
beckons the neon
to those
travellers of the night
. . . words.
"What's a nice sewing machine
like you..."
asks an umbrella
"...doing on a dissection table
like this?"
Miss Sewing Machine
tells the umbrella fella
"Hop it buster!"
He hops it.
She is looking for
a Sugar Dalí.
A cute de Chirico statue
is getting chatted up
by what I guess is
a poet.
The poet is
getting his face slapped.
The nostalgia
of the Infinite.
("What shall I love if not the enigma?")
"beautiful as the chance meeting on a dissecting-table of a sewing-machine and an umbrella".
Comte de Lautréamont
