th_Eroses is a contemporary art website dedicated to film photography, cinema, poetry, internet performance, behavioral choreography, and art critical theory.



wrong guy on my mind 

while I’m looking in your eyes

stumbling now, I’m stuttering

about Jutta Koether and the curtains

I guess it was the palette that threw me 

into memory, mint green dawn on the linens - - 


- - you know, like a millennial shade of pearlescence that quotes the baroque


we spoke just a few words 

& they’re burnt into the night

there’s dawn on the linens,

can’t say what’s right

bicoastal flights just for this- -

things are strange in this light 



burly & barrel-chested in the bride’s bed,

you make me do all the smiling for the 2 of us


triple sec, blood orange, sun yellow and flame;

distillations in cut-crystal dress the set 


in an Anthropologie afghan, at the edge of the city-

you’ve got soft lips & a sugar rush to the head

burly & barrel-chested in the bride’s bed,

you've got soft lips, your cheeks are turkey red.


the air has a bourgeois clarity:

a crystalline serenity begot 

by early manufacturing investments in tech.

fascinatingly, the heiress sweetens her tea with stevia.



my ego, this metafloral tchotzkie

which you now enjoy:

a Flower 

within a silver flower 

within a mirrored flower 

within a media flower. 

(It dwells in a glittering fortification). 

You unfold my petals for a moment to the softest, most silent place; …

before it closes again.