Inquiry: The Geranium
Do you ever play things for laughs? You know gambol a bit with the focus? Misrepresent? Magnify? Miniaturize?
Do you ever cook, cook up, cook the books, spoil the batter, disguise, doctor, embroider, exaggerate, fake, falsify, or fudge? Do you ever misstate, overstate, understate, not-quite state, pad, pervert, prejudice, slant, twist, or warp?
You made the lens, right? Or you made the thing that made the lens, right? I mean made the thing that made the machine that made the lens?
You made the geranium? Which is garish and misplaced. The geranium and the lens and the light on the pavement and the rain that distorts the light on the pavement prior to the lens distorting the distortion of the light that has nothing to do with the geranium.
You made pabulum? Pap? Poor excuses? Logic sprung like a broke watch? You made me, right? And I love the logic of the lens, hide in the logic of the lens, hope that logic counts. Because who knows what counts?
What counts for you? I have this lens? This lens, shutter, shuttlecock, coat, cloacae, and cunning? I have this brick, palatinate, burgundy, cardinal, carmine, cerise, cherry, chestnut, claret, copper, coral, crimson, dahlia, and damask? Can I offer you a heliotrope? A coarse, dirty, gross, improper, indecent, indelicate, low-minded heliotrope.
