Waves of Rococo
the Rose Cafe is soft at night (slow swing of jazz in the long blue evening). She lifts her cigarette like a white word with a flame contained on its slim tip. Romance seeps into a small town boy and smells (a bit) like wet candle wax. So swirling around the waves of rococo, he thinks of his grandmother's old photographs
The filagree streams of a summer dress are like flames in the shades of a gown. So swirling around the waves of rococo, they will not know who took who down into the pool of the long blue evening.

4 seasons, 20 some poems
poems for the end of the last century
a few linX, phrases, and the odd, malleable editiorial
etching.aquatinting.viscosity printing.silkscreen.linocut
all that + computer
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