Graceful Nonsense

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   see more art > http://www.artofkundalini.com           Continue reading “Graceful Nonsense”

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 IContinue reading “Your Famous Skin”

The Curling Things

  It is the curling things that encourage me to move the perfect symmetry the fibonacci of chaos that licks me on the inside and spurs me into action It is the hardness that looks soft and the elongation of rational thought I am bound to the unravelling of design I am clung and stickingContinue reading “The Curling Things”

Water

  there is a wave inside my body a heated flank a slow tsunami pulling upward like tongue or soul sliding my notes taking my wounds…. it follows a soothing determined path a pink wash sweeping a dark pink purpose, it loosens me it releases me I glide like wings melting floss becoming a rush ofContinue reading “Water”

The Universal Gyro an Ode to John Olsen

  The Universal Gyro an Ode to John Olsen a love poem based on my un remembered experience of being John Olsen’s Paintbrush   small feet splayed toes pink and muddy blue speckled eggs fingers circling pulsing ankles, in a warm gyroscopic grip swirling, swinging a glorious golden touch, harmony singing the stars speaking ancientContinue reading “The Universal Gyro an Ode to John Olsen”

Begging The Dance

  the deep pit the hollow… the way in a reception a meeting a hand holding ceremony they spin my spine in light of the heart feet soft pounding generating sluicing into the microcosmic nakedness it is art this dance a revelation a ladder of stretched intention dense with bone with structure guarded by angel thoughtsContinue reading “Begging The Dance”

the blue line

  The eddy the vortex the eye THE I the blue line…… I bring to me the universe on the palm of my hand, a twirling harmony. I bring the sheets of jewelled air palleting around in thick knifing strokes around around around like ribbons….. the core the pearl spinning, within me containing, caressing theContinue reading “the blue line”

The Apex Moment

Apex a sharp and slippery slope and I AM grappling with air, competing with no beast for the elusive spark pleading with invisible for succour a nipple will do, a godly one oh lay my rushes across the soft help me to my sinking through rest my heavy boulder deep in  your warm invitation strokeContinue reading “The Apex Moment”

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