Brazilian
Eye Painting
Draggle,
draggle, brittle eye,
How you wonder in our sky:
Down above Brazil as high,
Winter in reverse goodbye.
After soaring low to dawn,
Over ghetto in its yawn:
We give volleyball your pawn,
Like Quixote Spanish Don.
That globe on your clouds to wave,
In your eye as clean with save:
Those two colors in big mirrors,
Bounce off sandy hills quite nears.
Hands drink up when pupils rise,
Masters switch back your disguise:
Ideas blooming much fog soon,
Weather on my origin moon.
Cooking sunshine from this view,
Eagles share that pie so new:
Twins of favorite colors too,
To move Jupiter on cue.
Orbits of my taste to show,
Unknown stars light under grow:
South America by throw,
Cutlass in our garden know.
How you wonder in our sky:
Down above Brazil as high,
Winter in reverse goodbye.
After soaring low to dawn,
Over ghetto in its yawn:
We give volleyball your pawn,
Like Quixote Spanish Don.
That globe on your clouds to wave,
In your eye as clean with save:
Those two colors in big mirrors,
Bounce off sandy hills quite nears.
Hands drink up when pupils rise,
Masters switch back your disguise:
Ideas blooming much fog soon,
Weather on my origin moon.
Cooking sunshine from this view,
Eagles share that pie so new:
Twins of favorite colors too,
To move Jupiter on cue.
Orbits of my taste to show,
Unknown stars light under grow:
South America by throw,
Cutlass in our garden know.
* This is a poem dedicated to this Brazilian painting I
saw online: it depicted an eyeball floating over a beach with a secret garden
of expansion.
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