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Mon 27 Feb, 2006 02:40 pm
oyster yellow reflections of streetlamps
in murky puddles on midnight sidewalks
the robot flicks over from whisky to raspberry
melancholy trumpet slides from the car stereo
licking my earlobes and seducing me into lyrical sadness
silver wisps of smoke rise from a twiggy hand rolled hobo's cigarette
brake lights paint his face cherry his look is distant
gloomy boots planted in a brilliant rippling pool
the car moves on. people like tropical reef fish in a tank
swim from one bright café to the next,
the raindrops like aquarium bubbles going the wrong way,
Floating in between the strips of darkness above and below them
The wet roads reflecting the rotating night sky
As well as writing, I'm also interested in painting and film.
Your use of words here seem to combine all three in my head.
funny you should say that as I matriculated from art school and just graduated with a BA in motion picture medium. It's seems they have influenced me more profoundly then i thought.
I like this. It just begs to be spoken!
A lil jazz and spitting out this poem....good stuff.
tagged_lyricist wrote:funny you should say that as I matriculated from art school and just graduated with a BA in motion picture medium. It's seems they have influenced me more profoundly then i thought.
Yeah, if you're anything like me, working with film seems to 'open up' that other eye -makes you start to see things (every day things) in profoundly different ways.
I should take a camera out with me more.
thanks flushd, `i think the visual arts in general do that every wherwe you look it's the lighting the angle, from a film perspective the character the inate narrative etc.
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