lady day...

...a bird sat on the windowsill, and coooed for her
to then break the monotony with a smile,
gesturing the sign of the cross with eyes now
peering at naked cock, and then back at the cooing
bird... Picasso still staring down at us from next to
the window... i feel wounded, she sighed with one
hand on the edge of the newspaper, TURN the
Page...
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
We're In The Sky
...the day before Claudia arrived, Melania
died, the romance of it relinquished the pain of
being alive, with Goya's engravings at the edge of
the awaiting casket, and her speaking of Vegan
bread until the next day arrived, and Claudia
knocked at the door... her first words being: ...the
glimmer of experiencing beauty is worth the
madness, right? and all in one Melania is reduced
to a bird floating in the sun, which she soon
mentions as where we are, in actuality, reemphasising
her words in repetition and with her
hands too, as Claudia gets more comfortable in the
sofa's cushions to then elaborate on lost loves,
divorce papers, new sculpture, strange
occurrences in Palermo...
'...my grandmother's big balls...' Pablo Picasso
...the burial of bodies always leaves the eye
most alive, the whites still there speaking of the
faded glamour of what the pupils can see?
...shadows formed in nightmares turned
into a pool of flowers, well the mind's eye is also
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