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 fall back into stars
swallowing eternity
sweeping in all that is
and clothing me
In
your
famous skin
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My white body
coated like cake
my heart stretched
against dancing ribs
crying and pushing at quantum buttons.
This metaphoric desperation
forms storm cells
and knighted beings
create artworks on my knees.
I am moving me forward
mind cracked and allowing
a vessel,
a heat machine, self perpetuated,
momentum keeping it strong.
Inner walls are sliding, a freakish velocity of
swirling contents
pigmented
with inspired action
plucked from a point
of connected vibration.
My dusted skin is priceless and my head prickles and burns
and then…. THEN!
I am made leopard as the clouds release their scent
and finally
I can breathe
YES
I am nothing
no more than moving air
There is sweat and magic in her creases
a fragrant treasure
a fervent secret
there is a flashing
world of neurocracy
there is red
and there is black
there is in fact
a luminous universe
I smile quietly
at this silken craven thought.
take this acute experience
let it bite
let it sweep your starry walls
and penetrate your knowing,
feel the smart lift your brow,
and s t r e t c h your M O U T H
the choir has begun
…….limestone is cold and discerning…….touch it
this is an exceptional opportunity
stay keen and original
take the hit
make the jump
slide the tunnel
your skin
this is it
take
it
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Poetry
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Sometimes serious, often humorous personal musings on life, death, and everything in between from someone once chased by a killer Canadian goose.
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Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
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