Nov 20, 2007


About my curious gold sunglasses

There may be a 'flaw' in the design
Because when I happened to wear them
Outside at night
A tiny flame danced above distant lamp-posts
An orange tint, half a halo
As if to echo the envy these lights must have
For the sun
Its visual echo in negation-dynamic tension mobiles

These ironic echoes at night of the sun dancing atop lamps
They tell me something about the unconscious of envy

Above distant lamp-posts an arterial sclerosis

At night's glove the fingerprints ignite optical almonds