The Autumn Sonata - third movement - Scherzo

The door opens - noise - a women's party - noise 

Carriage of selfies - Asti - white phones - cheap sparkles

Heimsringla Saga - the snake eats through the cheek

"Two hours of this " landscapes blur - sun shines

Brighton station - 'curved' - a striped piano - crazed virtuoso

Blue spaces - the grey mind opens - reflects ozone 

Off the white horizon - down - past French Pastries 

And the bestest Waterstones known to sapient man

- hello ecology - 'Green' - Photo? - and thumbs up - again 

Again? - aesthetics man - Pooh roaches - winks and nods

Midnight nocturnes - relayed in the days bright glare

Hands shaken - a nice game - aha - the sea!

Bucket - fees a cafe itinerant's songs - breeze borne

Silhouetted - wreck of summers gone - float the air 

Across pebbles - the priority lens - stares - at vanity?

This walk on water - white rippled with intimacy

- indistinct - the melting pier - cloud hovered - blue angled

Turquoise stairs - a flow of  polka dots - angels 

- red bow lips - dark glasses - a Cupie scan  

Observes this game  - and flowers - in my turning 

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think of the serpent in the garden, the tempting of eve, her tempting of adam....
maybe our downfall will be a woman...but damn, even with their selfies, parties, flow of polka dots,

they are our angels...and those red bow lips that will kiss us into heaven...in my turning, the women will save me like a flower...press me to her chest...keep me warm....i am a crazed virtuoso...and there are blue spaces...but life is grey areas...and i think women help us sapient men deal with those areas of life. They make the sun shine...when our landscapes get blurred...

i really like this....and it reminds me that as much as i am okay alone...it would nice to have a woman beside me, when my leaves are turning...




they drive us sane and insane all at once.

[Michael Oliver]

Aha you saw something I had not seen in his Russian cut sequence of observations - certainly those two well built ladies in black and white polka dots have stayed in my mind since the came out of the tunnel onto the beach and scanned the world with their blind dark glasses . And it was a woman walking down the stone steps to the beach that reminded me of the flow of angels in some last judgement - The carriage full of women was intense for two hours on the train trip to Brighton - shoot I might have to rewrite it now . Again the turning flower runs through all three sections but in this one i become the flower turned and thought upon . Thanks so much for reading Jacob