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           

even breath offers hope

  no matter the jubilant ribbons that string from me or strike in desperate sheets of seething frustration it sticks like a lion to the golden ground present strong worthy it sings, this blind thing, like a sword stripping notes from the sky blossoms falling slowly begging touch sweet lopping of heads a silver screen,

Corn I AM

  lets shuck these green folds of corn skin that cover me my kernel is sweet I am…. rows and rows of friends walking stiffly forward a drama unplanned, randomly perfect, an organised chaos I in my gold pants and flourishing breasts like waterfalls of flesh sun bleached dunes parting veils dripping butter smiling in