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…. kneadingContinue reading “Nowhere Man”
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The Trapeziast
a flower in the wind caution left swinging she swoops, like air she circles palms flared upward space alight on blue universal pulsing aero waltzing to central beat and the landing but a whim an extra a bonus a swelling a rush an art she leaves her body swinging
Silver Poetry 