the easiest art to abuse is poetry,
after your posed ****
"****" **** cheeks
in self-e mode, the easiest
mode to grasp is to a
likened drowning man
grasping for a razor blade...
odd not enough sketches
of the cheeks... but about
how the everyday would play
out after the act...
i just like watching the smoke
of a cigarette breathed out
into cold air like watching rain
clouds disperse for a shot of light;
not that the missed fifth element
of the greeks was electricity
for the pentagonal man of sight sense
taste sense, touch sense, heard sense,
scent sense, and with the fifth element
the sense of thought: dual via either
rational or irrational choice...
so polarised by it that it touched
us like fire's scorch or water's bathed
wrinkled geese, or wind-blown hair,
or earthed body parts in ashes...
because if electricity was not the fifth
missing element, we'd not be taking
anti-insomnia sleeping pills:
we'd be unaffected...
prometheus got away clinging
to a giant hawk that ate his liver once...
but michael faraday got the electric chair
to keep his hairstyle in hedgehog mode
buzzing eureka after eureka.
electricity, or synthetic light
does not allow man to congregate like
man once did round a camp fire for a story...
electricity that synthetic light allows
us to congregate... but only as tourists...
not as storytellers.