framing

I thought of how it might work...

CUT! Get rid of 'I thought.' Sublimate it, man. Go deeper. Create.


It would take a round table of marble
to hold in the coolness that we'd require,
and a leafy arbor latticed high above us
to screen compulsions from moonbeams.

CUT! That's better but not good enough. Keep the damn moon out of this. Again!


In the fractal groove between dark spheres,
those curving shapes that could not touch...

Yes! Now you're on to something. It's got geometry. Take it to a Cubist vibe. Keep going...


In the fractal groove between dark spheres,
those curving shapes that could not touch,
where the tension builds to arc shy volts
like Hermes sparking message trails...

in that quiet, oblique angle where spirits
might speak in signs of gestured knowing...

we will murder time and pillage space,
and laugh at gods who trouble dreams...

we'll linger on that canvas texture,
linger between lines like music,
as colors ring their drunken bells
or drip like sullen Spanish vistas
turning into cubes of structure.

It's not surreal or too abstract,
it's only what two artists paint,
in tandem even without seeing,
almost brushing into night.

Proportion is compelled to be,
balance sets the stars in place.
If we should never as two spheres
almost touch, the world would fail.

That'll work.