thoughts falling in ladders
downward sloping air
anointed
blessed and breathing tunnels
past poaching pears
and
small
precarious things…
leaning and laughing
tall words
balancing
on lonely blue chairs ….
and there
here
at the highest point
sweet musk curls
inhaling
a graceful nonsense
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Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
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ThankYOU xx
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Ah…the verse had such a wonderful light and joyful tone to it….perfect for the drawing.
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Thankyou, the drawing did seem like an accurate description of the choice to see the dramatic life we lead as a nonsensical, lighthearted thing 🙂
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