<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417829" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Naked in the Color Splash</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As a Crimson glider sinks to the belly<br>of subterranean stairwell, <br>pierced through by tin can rooftops.<br>It scrapes the walls in a pitiful foray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">By the window, <br>by the Basement level studio, <br>by the wooden ships, cardboard airplanes, paper eyes <br>standing against origami corners, <br>standing, she holds her nose, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">seamless wallpaper languishes her tiny hands, <br>her moist palms, her tender wrists, her boyish arms.<br>An eye traces her tiny golden hairs, and she knows.<br>smiling while her firing squad, christ-like, blink their flirty shutters, <br>in a ruse native to the naked city.<br>in a way a lost crucefix rests at her breasts. <br>Tiny exposures, flashbulbs and meters that run. etc.<br>Model who lay composed naked in the color splash, <br>faints from heat, <br>faints from lack of a soul, <br>faintly laughing, and completely crazy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Model covered by searching blanket of exhaustion<br>oozing into cracked floorboard, smles, sighs, tracing, measureing, exhausted, pariah-like, spinning round and round and round. <br>'be rude to me, rude to me rude to me. show me something, anything'<br>getting off, where she got on. <br>chewing her bubble-gum in a neo beatnik calm.<br>blowing bubbles to the wind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jerome+Moore">Jerome Moore</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417829" data-title="Naked in the Color Splash de Jerome Moore" data-description="As a Crimson glider sinks to the belly of subterranean stairwell, pierced through by tin can rooftops. It scrapes the walls in a pitiful foray. By the window, by the Basement level studio, by the wooden ships, cardboard airplanes, paper eyes ..."></div> </div> </div>

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