YES!

 

it is a YES

yes to Paris

the rippling water and YES in the gullet of silver fishes

yes to the thick splash

allaying fear and peeling hearts

yes to the face

that looms above me in it’s zombie mask

yes to hot pain that forges space

within my gut

yes yes yes

in Bocaccian wings,

in the  blood-red flutter

behind the telltale curtains

yes to the madness that feeds this electric life

YES YES YES

to the solid frame that requires

silk and feathers

in order to fly

yes to it all brother

yes to this inclement dream!

 

 

The Swan

 

I am

blue-white

brazen and hopeful

with wrinkled

fate,

I stop time

and drown the moon

dust I am

remote

enlightened

musical

my eyes are wet

my sword is drawn

I turn to you

with purple dirt upon my face

I am the swan

of fairy tales

my neck is soft….

feathers

and

blood

the stone beneath me speaks in volumes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Snakes Teeth

 

I think fear,

as sharp as snakes teeth

black head weaving

I think sex,

thick twining thoughts

I think creation

desperate concepts

that one cannot resist

I think healing

aggressive

deliberate

unrelenting

in my dreams

under me

my darkness resolving

ascending

complete

absorption

I choose not to resist.

Crackling Leaves and Soup

 

My father is here to

entice art from the sky,

his instrument of choice,

a sort of….

musical obscurity,

an ancient  silver rising

of voices and tide.

He swings a racket

to capture dreams,

and earths them …..

like lightening,

crackling leaves

and soup.

He is a lover of marmalade

bitter and orange

and his smile you ask

?

his smile is

a winter fire

a lullaby

his smile is Shangri-la.

 

 

The Magic Word

 

Aladdin

whispers….

sesame seeds…

and perfumed oil,

finger skin that delves the dim green path

and

slips me

and

births me….through

I unfurl

in enchanted space alit with mystic gold

my life

I am squeezing through this density

to flee

the skirts of shame

to shuck this

beautiful, binding

lie

 

 

 

Kiss This Smile

 

Kiss

this

smile

this laughter

my bark

my leaves

brushing touching

singing

this smile alights

svelte angel

wings of allure

eternal now

kiss it with your favourite colour,

prolong this

forever

it is yours

I Release Myself To Heat

so cccccold

but

seeking f

or warmth

feeling

for flames

orange purple fat

red hot

fury

Oh Agnayi, 

my love

Chantico,

my heart

Freya,

my flickering, my breath

Ida,

my belly

Sekhmet,

my life

OH Vesta!

to baste in

to glory with

in dancing fever

Oh Fuchi,

your torrid fingers

arouse in me

desire

but you only

flirt….

steam free’s

from my chilled lips

I

need

I

choose

I

now

release myself to heat

NO Archetype

 

Examine

evaluate

analyze

diagnose

hard arsed

soul imposed

assumption

medicated

string by string

frightening

conditioning

! who are YOU?

to be or not to be is not the question

yet

question it all

I am an angel

devil

child

murderer

mother

malignant

benign

fearful

gastronomical

lovepoison

sex kitten

crocodog

nothing here is real

no archetype is powerful enough

to emboss ME

i am air

 

so small

 

 

fluid blue

and velvet touch

this

skin

so small

I am a faerie

flit and purring

cat soft and quiet

in this intensity of space that intrigues and vibrates

a particle

a cell

an exhalation

breathe in

and

h a h h h h h h h h h

so small you can only imagine my smile

 

 

I Make You Move

 

I am silk on my

pretty bicycle

red wings and fearlessness

I am a brazen bee

flying heart first

and chanting

my fingers pass like spirit

over

teasing lips

a fay cast with cherry juice joy

I live in the mind of all things

I make you move.