Among stylized flower clusters.
Egyptologists, Spanish pears,
and Diaghilev’s minor ballets Russes,
one thing stood out: ornamented
in ormoulu, your bold patina impressed
with cold-painted bronze nymphets.
Fitted for electricity, your accurate darling anatomy—
muzzle buffing in the wild grapes. The myth lies—
all great objets are not in museums
among mass-produced baubles and bric-a-brac.
In this swaggered rose garden, you hide
a feathery hybrid creature
in a demilune of molded glass.
Portrait of Bradley Paul (in art deco)
Published
The Failures of a Non-Performer 