response to Eve III by Cory Garcia
i don’t know where they come from i don’t know where they are going they have a mind of their own they speak about UN-understandabl… i sometimes search for them
down yonder it gracefully glides cascades of color to my surprise light on one side - confides in the corner where it hides the reflection of the shadow
as if the razor couldn’t cut or the rose had no smell, but your nose was dripping and a tissue was not in reach of the umbrella that
the thin pentacles growing tentacl… covering over as if by suffocation the dwelling in which you live and know what fine line lays between each second of a minute
making one gear smaller to slow the time can make it holler will the other hear the sound of the dollar
the whole house was going to town blinking in timed segments dazzling
as you place me in your hand folding fingers over and carrying… to a place where you can get the magnifying glass out, are you going to burn me?
you yearn to turn and churn but you can’t learn as the eyes watch through
tap dancing with paws great is a musical in the making getting out side with a rush folds the carpet after waking stretching cuddling noses
or begins as the key climbs the string hey kite, what are thee to me for i say when you fly the cords of my mind
you have away of making three equa… mixing the blue and yellow to spea… measuring the depths of the roots,… putting the whole on the scroll and sealing with the kings ring
i know how it is to be done but wonder if it really is won the mixing and dealing is dealt with all these feelings what shall… with out the silver lining - desti…
it can take the butterfly a long t… stretch its wings to the full leng… using them as antennas to look int… the future and know how many beans… if while fumbling in the pocket, t…
as i place my hand in yours and we manipulate the dance floor at the museum the people stop
turning the faucet on and asking for something and out it pours, free flowing and full of color, abstract for the eye to see