even in summer

see that hole

a no thing

a darkness spot

the one you can’t catch

the dipping shadow

skimming over yellow sails

spreading purple salt

it evades your finger

a spirit

trickster

lazer beam

you are a puppy

bouncing

tapping

sniffing whining

wishes are grabbing

it’s the one

the one that disappears

the min min

the eye dancer

frightening you making you tense in bed even on crisp sheets

even in summer

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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

 

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corners of star

the corners of star

dark

no

sharp

no

the nature is light

the corners of my eye

dark

yes

sharp

yes

believing in contrast

just

for

fun

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The Fabulous Fabrication

 

A fork in the path appears

whilst I,

knee deep in nude undoing

Can NOT anymore, in my rainforest cave,  resist the opal footprint,

nor can I nail myself to the floor or wall in the face of this

glowing movement forward

OR

ignore the veining shimmer that pulls me

OUT

and thrusts me in glossy, sweet projection……
I merge my points of allowing taking only THIS step

Enjoy your fabulous fabrication and
FEEL
Yes FEEL  the toffee gold sun in between your toes

 

Cauldrons of Wishful Thought

 

Where buildings are people

compressed, transparent and towering

a metaphoric world

of shafted crystal noise

muted light

and waves of impermanent heat

…………fly in !

Old dragon

offering

tunnels of copper

cauldrons of wishful thought

and sensual delight

flavoured

to warm one beyond

sensical

reckoning……

so swirling skyward

I break out of my leather

encapsulating bondage

and into a pattern of potential re me m be ring

 

 

Awaken

 

disappearing bones

of petal strength

and crushed colour

fitful pastel thought

shaping over walls

and the creeping sound

that moves you

and presses you,

slinging into you,

the very song you dream of purging….

and still

in ten thousand years

we are found

mouthing words that bind our seemingly free

delivering

the sweet opiate

we swallow with our eyes squeezed shut

in order to continue throwing rice

instead dive

 

why not,

past the

clenching,

 

and pull the teeth that grind those vows

let it happen,

be water on this hardened page

Sacred

 

sacred

sacral

scared we shut our eyes

scarred we are numb

living in skin

evil is the lie we tell

santa is a jingle bell

in the rain of diamond Terra

shards to bring us into Firma

this storm

becomes me

a

satanic flowering 

revealing

in the raw

the luscious grief

god is salt upon my tongue

and

skin

and

goodness is a flood

remembering

dog my friend the only truth

digging

thought

through

dirt is my imagination 

rough

and behind this gem 

this blinking sapphire of a thing

we come together

strapped and aching

eyes shining at this

wide

and 

tidal

ruse

and in between the phosphorus sea

and line of pure shore

we stand

a momentary glitch