bright words flat against a dark wall I close my eyes the words spring and my soul needles through weaving an exit diamond thoughts hang on cotton string my button pushed tenderly, brings breath… skin stretches my ladder unravels to earth I am a rain of little pebbles like drops in the sea touching to formContinue reading “words”
Monthly Archives: August 2017
Hello Every friend! It is my birthday this weekend I will be FORTY SIX years old, forty six times thousands of footsteps on this Earth, this time round anyway. Any way this is just a promo post to let everyone who has enjoyed my art and poetry know that I have a coupon QUUUUPONNN couponContinue reading “VIPThankyou !”
do you really think that?
my face is on the ground cheek printing dirt art eyes wide and dry with thick thoughts pooling mudmademudman…… wondering sadly do you really think that? inky bitumen winds sticky through my heart lips pit together in a tremble of tired and tacky wordlessness somewhere in a well lit cell my mind spits sharplyContinue reading “do you really think that?”