Prism Bedroom Poem by Richard Ford Bunuel Whale Carnegie Edison Simon Hitchcock Welles Christ Antunes Rodriguez Kubrick

my life is what it is
a sedimentary body
one worth living
a silent ruccous

width to thickness ratio
keeps a good watch on things
the duldrums and suffering
too much smoke
in relation to scale
stings the eyes
deformation example

When good times
make life matter worth living
transparent optical
time will tick
refract light
the scale in size
colloquial use
diminutive the person

The Female Form Is An Art Onto Itself...
used to break light
pulsating blue
the colors of the rainbow
is greater than I would like
An Incadescent Glow From Below
split light polarizations
a heart beat forms still to quiet passions

you can't hardly hear the music
Gone Past To Bed An Angel From Above
In love For ten years round
when we should have been all alone
round about it goes
when its the music i showed up for
when you're all cautious
ten years late
too much crowd
your time will last
Your Form In Body
Is What God Sculpturers Took Ages In Capturing

A Reflection Of Love
From The Pool Of Millenial Seas
But The Eyes Lay As Open Windows
To Reflect The Beauty Projected Throughout
All The Angel... Was What I Saw In Her...
All The Princess
Was What I Would Have Treated Her As...
All Seen At A Glance Or At A Stare...

The Fragility Seen In A Woman's Eyes
Lay Apparent In A Moment Captured
In Eyes To Marvel And To Awe
The Beauty Of A Woman
A Moment's Fragility Seen Of Beauty Eyes..
Either Mentally Or As Fragment

Open Urge To Hold Her In Your Arms..
Of Time When Photograph
A Separate Venue Of Touch When Senses Converge
A Smile As Bright And Effervescent
...To One Complete Moment Of Time As One.
Or A Moment Of Two Felt As One.
As Yours Is A Pure Marvel And Awe
A Whirlwind Break Heart.
To All Beauty.
A Love For Princess Angel Eyes...