Omnivorous Omnivortex (Magic Roomderland)
192. November 12, 2010 (fri, Omnivortex Wonderland im/proper!)
Clowns are melting the reds
Of their noses down, uppers
Rafters cobwebbed, Granny panties
Catching the laser show, confetti
Of light on the silver tree on stage, coveralls' pray to
The statue's approximation of metallic
Female poise, and the bare feet
Singing you into the opium den
Haze offer only more poor proof
The tea-stained hands upon talcum-exhaling
Arm chair is the only throne for the job
(Don't expect Alice to follow orders)
We follow the directeuse to hot food
And applaud the unexpected ukulele
Consortium beneath flea-market
Riddled heirlooms, whose ancestral guilt
Looks best polished over that crying quilter
Portait found of him in an indecent hem
Pink-ing cheeks of the debutante
Parlour room, folding show programmes
With a bone spur, onyx face
Paint radiating outwards-- of course i meant
Our communal cartouche and
The promising creases made by bone folder
Read all about us, we won't object
When you pocket us away in your silk
Lined eyes, origami to be forgotten
With copper zippo, spare buttons
cheating a bit, as i snuck event-pix into another PAD already ~ 11/6's. All above pix are by Justin Moore, from facebrain.
This pic by Rachel Blumenthal, and Michael J. Epstein's lovely blog about the night has lots more, and kind words about us tinys. Gee, aww, g'aww.
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