response to Eve III by Cory Garcia
such imagery... as i was coming home this morning.… then reading the imprints you left… lightly dancing on the soft pink c… over the white horizon in the mor…
as i place my hand in yours and we manipulate the dance floor at the museum the people stop
gentle caress of the lavenders radiance on the breeze’s soft skin –aspire the artist to
the bray is gay in may sway will be okay display the tray play today pay and replay
tracking the shadow of the bird to know the hearts desire is all the people heard in s.o.s. through the wire with out being a liar
the freeing of emotions how healing it can be filling the holes of the soul with the divine love –of GOD truth correcting error
pull the towel back out carefully folding it and placing back on the shelf will allow it to grow mold in able to flavor the cheese
the whole house was going to town blinking in timed segments dazzling
a convitare of pastries and tea ricevimento of the package a little ballo on skates picking the paint off the fence to place in the box and wrap
while registering to buy Italy your mistaken identity diminished wrapped around and covered with banana peels and egg shells castings smell and then you sell
a funny thing about poetry is that you can paint any mask with color and hue, of your choosi… weather belief or doubt or dare will some times make you stare
abstract paint i did again after many years gone by forgot the feeling of the strokes mixing of hews to blend much like poetry, never seeing
the self sabotaging squirrel planting trees with in trees destroying his own dwelling or constructing his future weakening the trees bring bugs
the identity of one being ripped a… as if covered by the snow with each layer the complexity rises in the melting pot
missing little piece’s buried in the box no edging left can’t get through the locks to retrieve through ground