Nowhere Man

my feet are lighter than water and skin a warm but repetitive thing gouache spreads, I am riding this light a dynamic cellular beating lifts and a rush of wing feeds the air I am the nowhere man holding the gold with certain eyes, willing the contrast striking the wrist and peeling the flesh…. kneading

Your Famous Skin

The Eucalyptic matrix penetrates drawing forth with curling vapour a landscape a kaleidoscope, my gaze is locked and I am a rocket. Heaven palms my heart this angelic celebrity of colour, paved in golden birthing and now, this skin, that folds and cups our soles adorned with tiny birds and diamonds. My mouth widens and I