There is sweat and magic in her creases
a fragrant treasure
a fervent secret
there is a flashing
world of neurocracy
there is red
and there is black
there is in fact
a luminous universe
I smile quietly
at this silken craven thought.
Monthly Archives: February 2013
Corn I AM
lets shuck these green folds of
corn skin that cover me
my kernel is sweet
I am….
rows and rows of friends
walking stiffly forward
a drama unplanned, randomly perfect,
an organised chaos
I in my gold pants and flourishing breasts
like waterfalls of flesh
sun bleached dunes
parting veils
dripping butter
smiling in a tempest of
spices
feet
personality
This is magical…..
a world
where a kernel of corn
is the meaning of life
Distraction of Sparks
the phantom
in it’s grotto
grins upon a hexed cushion
that stinks and smothers.
Excessive rhythmic noise
pounds gracelessly
on my vestibule doors
leaving fingerprints
green with envy and moss.
Reality flares,
distress signals,
sparking a heated tumbling
and there is one choice
………..to embrace transparency
…..or ……..shut ………my ………………eyes
Fish On Her Mind
I hear singing
a bird has been released
droplets of freedom spin from her wings
she is ruffled and puffed
a little fisherman
longing to dive
embraced by ripples
with fish on her mind
