Undulated movement, dilated spirals of stem-wire, I feel like I contaminate things, the lettuce slick with ghost fingerprints and untroubled paint-pixels. Frost on the allergic tomatoes, schizophrenic woolen writing, parallel bus stops and onyx benches drenched with breathless rain as an upside down heaven drops flowering bombs, an unbroken calm and destroyed beauty, impaled martyr's perishing like petals embedded in a lattice lath, criss-crossed frame-work of hot woven-wax.
Unhappy unfiltered outlines, navigating each labyrinth and fogged artery, A giant leopard moth cloudy with charcoal bristles, the ant-hills scattered with weathered scorched maps and gentle creatures on the stark walk-way, volcanic lava thistle and black snails on the chalk-clay.
Curled floor gardens sprinkled with damp dead leaves, bitter-brown dead coins and bronze dead cedar stumps stuck with ink-pen orchids, daytime orchids and yellow-gray orchid pollen polluting the canary canals and avenues of arch-way art-work structures, orchids flat with emotion, teary orchids, tired orchids, old archaic antique ugly expressionless orchids, all these rotten falling orchids, the dream-life of drowsy orchids.
I see you mentioned the leopard moth caterpillars... eek! They are so cool! And pretty when they are mature enough to fly.
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