brandonplaysguitar
Camp - ironically banal
Out of his back pocket he took out a mishapened yellow-black psychedelic patterned bandana. He placed it on the table, folded it out carefully to reveal the bowl, colored blue and purple and everything in between intermingling gracefully up and down the side.
Clashing metal groans and scrapes and collides, steam spiraling up like an angel into heaven.
Styrofoam and cellophane
Produced with corporate pocket change
Plastic vats with science-names
The synthesis of greed and gain
The Strings are tugged by foreign masters
Standing in the wings
The limbs contort in foreign fashions
Tethers sway and swing
Our tethers across the textured weave of human contact are transvisual threads that fly magnificently across our atmospheric membrane, diving at one another's pockets.
A leaf in a puddle relies on inertia
The mindless direction, invisible purpose
Handshake and a smile
Hidden pedophile
Stalks from hidden vantage
The children of the village
The polished oak gleams and reflects the gleaming title boastfully and imperiously commanding the office. Cuff links and hankercheifs are the emperors clothes, and fountain pens are the sceptors of corporate bureaucracy.
A sample of perfect pedestrians gather, gape, and grope at skill and artistry exhibited and beyond their grasp. No great man was ever understood.