I hereby take you, to be my reader, to salve and to scold, as debtor or worse, for ditcher, for borer, in thickness and in stealth, to shove and to perish, till death screw us smart.
The sad part is I wrote a few different openings and that was still the best one. 🙂
No further preamble, I’ll share some notes in the post-ramble.
“Blinded by the Sight”, July 30, 2020.
An empty gallery, silent and chill, slumbers passively, doors slightly ajar
The crisp air slowly escapes into the transient warmth of a summer evening
Long halls of meticulously curated art orderly await next day’s voyeurs
But lacking accurate classification, plaques are mere paltry fragments
Framed lacking context and of polished ancient timber
An exclusively human grown forest of divine rainbow-mottled trees
Each a singular looking glass into distinct settings
Changing worlds, phasing dimensions, augmenting perception
Uniquely proficient psychic teleportation
Meanwhile, intrepid derelict taps at glass door, subtly nudging farther open
Lightly clips past security desk, unperturbed, elsewhere engrossed
Chasing dying essence of veritable aromatic smorgasbord
Before halting abruptly, stunned, before picturesque landscape
Pristine waterfall and foliage of fable effortlessly hypnotizing
Vacant stare equivalent to being seized in beams of maximum luminosity
Feet remaining firmly planted, head adrift in cosmic infinity
Losing balance and beginning to tip forward
Pulled with increasing vigour towards stroked nobility
Lights flick on, trance is broken, and frantic escape quickly made
Cursing their forgetfulness, night guard closes door but chuckles with good humour
Always grateful to engaged visitors from any kingdom and for deer life itself.
Yes, veritable smorgasbord was a “Charlotte’s Web” reference.
I amused myself trying to fit all 7 main taxonomic ranks into the piece. Obviously, I fell short but let’s see you figure out a way to add “phylum” or “genus” in a clandestine fashion. In composition, like in washrooms, you don’t want to force things. Lest one stroke out. And no one wants to get found like that. Dead writing poetry? The horror.
I went with the non-binary “their” for the security guard, please feel free to fill in the image as you would. If the notion offends you, get over yourself and kindly stop facilitating making difficult lives even harder. Don’t be a dick, or do, but in a different context.
I always thought the song was saying, “revved up like a douche” as a kid. Led to some confusion regarding cars and the female reproduction system. To this day do I still scarcely comprehend the mechanics of either.
That’s all for today folks, much gratitude to everyone for visiting!
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.