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

Limestone

  take this acute experience let it bite let it sweep your starry walls and penetrate your knowing, feel the smart lift your brow, and s t r e t c h your M O U T H the choir has begun …….limestone is cold and discerning…….touch it this is an exceptional opportunity stay keen and original take the hit make the

Feed Me

  bitter relish laced with ginger seasoned with touch oooh a particular sensation a wordy specimen a salty feeling extracts my sea, refining a musical plea to excite and behold YOU excellent human discernible beauty even though the water may be brackish and the milk sometimes tasting of Garlic I love you to hang here to

The Swan

  I am blue-white brazen and hopeful with wrinkled fate, I stop time and drown the moon dust I am remote enlightened musical my eyes are wet my sword is drawn I turn to you with purple dirt upon my face I am the swan of fairy tales my neck is soft…. feathers and blood the stone beneath

Stealing People?

  To ‘steal another woman’s man’… The phrase is old and unreliable it reeks of guilty blame and shying away from responsibility.   Stealing; a concept seen cleanly when speaking of chocolate and cheap jewellry. Woman; a word associated with shame.   The guilty party is not the stolen nor the thief but the water