Stirrings of sound
hot and dripping
paprika patterns
into spiral images
evoking & swirling
from conservatory
windows dissipating
into high floats
launched from
rococco balconies
a-mingle with
blue mistings
nine miles
over Budapest on
the Vampyre Flight
outta Transylvania
the international
space-timing lures
mad Magyar meastros
who're grunting out
hot Gypsy metrones
of balalaika flutters
paradoxes of lust
and gelidity
somewhere between
fire and ice--
the heat goes on.
Author notes
I made minimal use of punctuation. This was deliberate, freeing the words from restrictions of \
Written March 2nd, 2003
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