#biographic
La la Joconde, the joke as one may yoke
two or three re calling
details in mystery more than mere
completion intentional sfumata mere pure
clear as if nothing seen through reflective lead
subtility shown few, seen through granite reflecting
eastern wall of my tower, thought grand, a cave
operationally… stage left
your right, redirecting light, from my west,
tricks perceived as light a little brighter, turn
a detail, eyes made to speak irrelevancy,
observe a casus artis sui, as done, indeed,
as we may imagine natural reflection no brows
at the edge of Earthian evidence of ductility,
so subtle perceive the effect reason perceived…
we believe we are seen, face to face,
gentle smile entertained, flickering scintillating,
slight smile we are told, see this from 2025,
online PDF
better on your phone than in the Louvre
imagine Leonardo, with wifi
while tracing nerves, pursing the kiss,
shaping how we say smile, slightly
and we find the makings
of an ever imaginable
clear plain vision
slight smile,
providing word frame soft smooth transistion
low spatial frequencies,
imagine that, elusion, sfumata soft
allusive, recessive expression, towb ra' beheld.
The Mona Lisa keeps her smile, ah
lead us critical seer of details where the works
work their magic,
as we imagine the measure
of man, male model mundus mind holder
Earthian two tree vascular neural node
fruiting through root or branch,
while using fire
to pop seeds
Imagine meeting Da Vinci yesterday,
getting to know, his quirks,
and something
of life five hundred years ago.
Having some old smith ties,
compounding confounded springs
from old cars
in trigger assemblies
on the east side
of the Kush.
Verily true being man,
here we be, there be time,
here we think, there we may imagine
thinking, mere will
to be kept
for my art sake, or something,
try the spirits, feel the dense purity,
find the peasant story, find
the first hearth told naming day story,
the first hearty wake attended after all,
tie to the old religions casus belli got lost,
loosed and blown past nnnand gates,
goodness, Mr. Feynman, I can fix a flat.
That was the summer of '44…
at Alamogordo, south of trees planted
for several seasons in the 1980s,
at Ruidoso,
on Mescalero land, many trees
paid directly
to the Holy Alamo Church
where Andy Riddle died,
and sense you would not know him,
I ask you to trust me, he was saintly.
A celibate spiritual ****** was he,
a classically trained scion of some
airline fortune, Braniff adds some flair
this cult had heirs of Vanderbilt
and obscure Four Square base support,
with tendrils in Orange County Birchers.
Wild, wonder if what if, look at us now…
as true believers, grown old,
to be reviewed
on Global TV
by members
surviving a lie,
a religious cult,
with credible ties
to Ronald Reagan,
and the take down
of Pandora's Box,
as the Domino Theory, has religion init,
decoding dementia devine design,
what if wonder if works best, then what
first we get the idea, we all see it done,
magnificent math positioning dominos,
true cause and effect demonstrations,
of promethean planning, fore thought,
functional failures readjusted, think
a gain, see, we learned what never works,
by trying a thousand times, ok, no hell,
no heaven not matching one that works here,
on earth, as if this were where forever occurs,,,
to us. Readers of time signs as we stay busy dying.
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 5:53 PM UTC