Sunday, September 27, 2009

The girls.

Paul Klee Embrace (Swiss-German 1939)

They wore ad clothes off their shoulders and painted me in a corner
With brushes I figured they just used for mascara:
Fluctuating rows,
Casual. Was a tremor plow, not an earthquake

And like I keep telling you, relax.

Looked like one of those
Just dirt gardens you shape
With a rake.

Nothing planted, nor water had they.
And don't ruin what willfully touches your eyes
Is why I might've appeared reticent.

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