Irrational eyes
.original poem
& photos
.
by
Irrational eyes
Orbital phalanges twist
in erratic lunations.
Stripe of the sun
stirring Mars and mustard seeds
in a hot pan
until they blister at the seams
and crackle
into aromatic heresies.
Wafting to the heavens,
fleeing from timid gospels
that seep upwards
from the not-quite-jungle.
Changeling tourney
of folly and erudition—
twined through the turbulent pastures
of renunciants,
screaming vigilantes,
families flecked with gold.
How is it the burnished purple-grays speak so,
while the beiges keep their covenants close?
How is it stories span centuries?
Captivate with their green fists—
spawning magic beanstalks
insisting at the impossible.
poem and photos
by
.
10/22/18
.photos taken
with iPhone 8+
