Being Mistaken for an Art Installation
Warehouse gallery, evening.
Strange girl heaps two slug-plump lines.
The eternal waltzer swirls.
Faces stretch. Time cracks and shines.
I writhe and swim on the floor
among spray-painted designs.
Cameras click, flash. I return.
“That’s cool!” a critic opines.
© Gammon 2023
I like this i opine – so it was a good day after all despite the buttons?
No buttons involved here, praise be to the pulsating swirling funky godhead!… That would have ruined everything…