Classified.

Bronze fables of trolls and lollipops,
Sucking on imaginations.
Mint green skylines, nostalgic of a rugrat golf course,
Eat it up.
Too old for comfort, yet the familiarity of mean trees creates an appropriate balance-
Victorious villain.
Swords slash the princesses and giants
Devouring crowns, one ruby remains on the classified head;
Ready to be invisible yet?

Glass ceilings break upwards,
Smashing seagulls and pigeons, the oil for the sky.
Drifting acutely you find a dress too short for its owner,
Plastered to a green rope, hoping to "catch"
Something new and into resting. Intro. Ultra.
Tendons snapping, clogs gagging,
Free in-crowds look at paintings outside.
Where do we want to be?
(8/9/07)

Also inspired by another painting at the National Gallery.