Touchpad
You left some seeds on my touchpad, thanks. Oh, one just fell under the F2 key. I wish a cabbage or whatever it is would grow beneath my keys, popping them all off by pressing from underneath, like the keys are squares of concrete sidewalk and this is a disreputable neighborhood we’re in called Touchpad.
Corydalis Keyboard
The golden smoke lifts between your keys
tenderly retreating browbeaten bees
pajama feet moth feelers button tree
bent-wood box
winter cortisone forced narcissus
mostly-toasted seedy loaf
responding with aplomb
reclining intoomb
moisten your page-turner
Oh I may not have explicitly indicated, but that’s the plant I think the seeds are from. Call it Corydalis aurea.
I searched the word ‘aurea’ to find out what it means (’golden’ I think). I read the Wikipedia entry for “Domus aurea,” this complex/mansion Nero built that’s named after its dome. Here’s one thing from the article:
‘Celer and Severus [Nero's architects] also created an ingenious mechanism, cranked by slaves, that made the ceiling underneath the dome revolve like the heavens, while perfume was sprayed and rose petals were dropped on the assembled diners. According to some accounts, perhaps embellished by Nero’s political enemies, on one occasion such quantities of rose petals were dropped that one unlucky guest was asphyxiated (a similar story is told of the emperor Elagabalus).
“Nero gave the best parties, ever,” archaeologist Wallace-Hadrill told an interviewer … Nero, who was obsessed with his status as an artist, certainly regarded parties as works of art. His official party planner was Petronius.’