Real

take off your makeup and your clothes rid yourself of fear that clutters your god’s markmaking slough off the murky bitter the security blankets that shroud you like oppression like religion kick the habit wear your skin like the fucking fleshly vestment that it is pay tribute to your creative force the life painter the

the glow

  the glow you wash me with the green that creates your eyes and through this secret window in virtual reality becomes my body a teasing display of dancing conundrum naked from the waist down, throwing gems like a potter, a world of spinning rainbows, plucking a single colour magnificent beneath breathing skin branching out

emerging

  fissures in me in my skin in my density slices of hot light stretching tearing   me spaces sweet with glow i am slipping out through blades of woven grass curving between smiling grains of molten glass my breath is gilded time my flesh has split like pomegranate and I am sailing a slow

was she even there?

  and do you think I could see her, feel her smell her? do you think I could find her flower-eyed softness, her flowing pelt, her intrepid glee…? I heard her purring, permeating, beneath me I am sure, within my  own blossoming pages… still…. was she even there or was she just a wisp a

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

I Serenade You

  a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies  below is the  second of ten poems. Noble words revolve like wisps passing through my stars touching grace. A temporary, fractious glory flings my arms like backward wings with feather tips, spread in sweet torture. Wandering tension throbs in this dark belly of thought, the first birth or

I Make You Move

  I am silk on my pretty bicycle red wings and fearlessness I am a brazen bee flying heart first and chanting my fingers pass like spirit over teasing lips a fay cast with cherry juice joy I live in the mind of all things I make you move.        

Winged Secret

  it is beating in me this winged secret this blue gold illusion pulsing a no time mathematics spreading like jasmine oil flowing musical de vivre de joi I AM earth nuzzled and heaven bound coiled with mystical sound sweet sensuality and forever revolving dissolving

Pheonix

    bang my fists against the wall bloody hands moving through butter and brains blast that ragged hole and flay my chest, I hear it sound of angel canons boom the gong on my forlorn frenzy of flesh crack the leopards spots and cause the  spreading of colour on water thrust  that hip forward

Big Spirit Remembering

      Lake eyed, seeking sophisticated lines in experience only      thisbig . Bonsai finger, reaching, one, two, three un, deux, ,trois A B C Flaring YES FLASH Concept IGNITION! . The mother heated, pressing, liquidity tidal primal OH to tend not bind OH to guide not dam OH to love not bury . Sidestepping yielding