Toy curl of her wanton hair.
Brown swirls to tantalize us
Visually to no end, until time reminds me
I should be looking at things less beautiful.
Nothing escapes life’s visual banality,
Nothing competes with that
Dull ugliness
Matting us down daily
Into the earth’s despoiled canvas:
A place men have drilled into,
Blown up, scalloped, set afire
Along with other ecological horrors
In extracting the most valuable minerals
& ore from.
Blandishment of a passing shadow,
Like eye candy
For those
With blinders on,
