The Girl in Brion Gysin’s Dress

Here’s an old poem I found in one of my notebooks from back in the day (2011, to be exact). It’s a bit on the nose, but something about it still resonates with me…

The Girl in Brion Gysin’s Dress

She’s a dream machine
sculpted
in flesh,
with open windows

to her soul
scattered
across her
body.

She stands in place,
ready
to spin
visions.

The way she
dances
paints new worlds beneath my
eyelids.

All she needs is
light,
a single lightbulb suspended into her
center –

and in my
hands,
a bulb and
chain.

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