Awaken

  disappearing bones of petal strength and crushed colour fitful pastel thought shaping over walls and the creeping sound that moves you and presses you, slinging into you, the very song you dream of purging…. and still in ten thousand years we are found mouthing words that bind our seemingly free delivering the sweet opiate

Sacred

  sacred sacral scared we shut our eyes scarred we are numb living in skin evil is the lie we tell santa is a jingle bell in the rain of diamond Terra shards to bring us into Firma this storm becomes me a satanic flowering  revealing in the raw the luscious grief god is salt

Playing Cards

can i say what a flash spread! while rippling fingers shuffle air my hearts are spinning and jack is on the floor What a ball! beneath the table The jokers are composing ? dirty thoughts … The Harpsichord is laughing and we, excessively dressed tiptoe with pompous wankery all over queenly flesh

Art Opens Me

  Please visit my art website, brimming with visual healing and the tumescent colours of love, driven by desire to plumb the depths, I do it for you   Flayed by sable spread with pigment creamed by colour wanton inking apple green stripped to my core gasping for more I dip I fly on archival

Honey Suckle Princess

    Nectar Magician …..she white witch swings her honeycomb wishes made of violin spilling herself to the voice of god of sweeping stone notes singing pink harvesting air and a strand of honeysuckle thinking a loosely braided story preserved in HOT butterscotch crackling