YVES TANGUY'S ACOUSTICS

Your hand to tongue colors
with acrobatic disguises
implodes as telescopes
hung under a silent liquid
of the full mirror moon
with a painted appearance
is rung from enigmatic tropes
on geometric canvas boards
over the seas geographic ropes
with ambrosial cosmic currents
on the other side of the Seine
peaks over your wide lyricism
fading over crowning answers
of imaginative appearances
reins in a city knowing prism
for our swooning landscape
of his psychiatric wounded past
by acoustic sounds discovery
from a significant dramatic
in Tanguy's surreal analysis
that a fainted idle personality
may remake your regained fingers
to enigmatically override us
in your newly arrived
ground to an American journey
by an unreal metamorphosis
out of a new found surrealism
washing out cinematic colors
drowned on your canvas
with your floating lines
yet lodges in a secrets
of a past nemesis
in the attic anteroom
from the absinthe of melancholy
that burns your war wounds
into your own caustic tapestry
knowing your intuitive escapes
from chances of a deep sun.