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 I

la plus grande œuvre

  no superficial thing…. is it ? letters sink into paper like fingers into skin paper receives ink like cells inhale connection it is absorption it is beautiful it is magic oh truth when reduced to love our density falls away torturously inexplicable    

Towers of Ecstasy

my response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  , below is the fifth of ten poems. This body rising fleshly dough bursting flowers forth the hue of singular purpose though unknown peeking blue by blue over brickwork through little windows purple red and gold the light brings peace while stepping on trembling steps controlled by rusty beat

The Drift of Eternity

a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  below is the  first of ten poems. There is tugging at my ribbons a wild, teasing acapella oh this noise is rich… rich enough to decorate my hollows to drop me to my knees whilst midnight space rushes like swift tide expanding the universe cracking my chest

Released

  Thin lines of light fall a forest of indivisibility the cage door unhinges gently footsteps on the air folding like silver skin sliding through the glass    

Indigo Chariots

  ~suspended~ it is an unlikely animation a milky cartoon free seeming yet secured by ribbons connected to indigo chariots the colour not the speed provided by snails or gods you know, with glowing shells BUT remember please we are more than shell   we are the red gold life that flourishes in coral and

Kiss This Smile

  Kiss this smile this laughter my bark my leaves brushing touching singing this smile alights svelte angel wings of allure eternal now kiss it with your favourite colour, prolong this forever it is yours