coral ribbons twister ’round
a formless girl who’s seashells
whisper the songs that
bridge me to her
world,
where dove flags ripple to
unravel like bashful
gaze over shy girl.
sky blisters blue and
dreams up a whole
new world.
image: https://www.samanthasbell.com/my-dream-world/
cloud dancer’s glow so graceful-
bobbin’ charged wires with
swagger n’ shimmer,
a slow-burning simmer, reducing
snowy cap on pointy hill to
wisps of steam
dust a pinch o’ powdered sugar
and pour it in like some
creamy whipped up
dream.
image: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKT5KaxqZLw
image: pixabay
the pale birds of
haunted heather
have flown the flue for
a tall glass o’ fresh
squeezed water
and palms of pleasure’s balmy coves
somewhere other than home
where trimmed branches
warp in droves,
she fails in freeing clipped wings
time’s sewn into sofa’s
leather,
n’ wipes her blue nose on
old starchy cloth she
calls new clothes.
image: https://www.ecopetit.cat/ecvi/oxhbxx_birds-flying-smoke/
image: https://www.artpal.com/alan1?i=50588-10
Words based loosely on the song ‘Bloodbuzz Ohio’ by the National.
breeze feels like a swarmin’
storm of bees sent to
spare humanity,
i beg mossy patch on weeds to absorb the
martyrs in each memory detached now
crawling out holes in me left by
unhealed stings,
momentary freeze feels like i’m
on tips of nerves plucking
pins deep inside for
relief
release from fire’s smokin’ heat as
ambered breeze o’ honey bees
splash over me
to raspy buzz n’ blink
of coke machine.
image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/227220743685825530/
things’ll still get more
messy when you
spill me
thick and heavy over crisp n’
doughy’s ledges in hopeful
ropes o’ toffied honey,
this kinda glow can’t
be slowed by lows in
hopeless holes in
cash flow,
off they go, n’ in
we grow.
image: http://awbrucesherman.blogspot.com/2011/03/saps-runnin-sugarin-off-time-part-one.html
image: https://www.flickr.com/photos/snapnpiks0304/34910977605/
outta old man’s old
cryin’ pan into
the drier,
fluffy cycle on repeat ’til
the sneaky snuggle’s
caught fire,
stand center stage in
flaming flower, for
there’s no sight n’
scent, lighter
on higher,
like i soaked in tub with
girl’s hairdryer.
image: https://www.amazon.com/Fire-to-the-Flower-Explicit/dp/B07GF5CYV4
cat burglar men manicuring lives for
for the non living with fungus in
gritty bloom under their
nails,
kicked indents in so many bulges
in fuck’it buckets, spilled hot
garbage from jaws o’ many
many tipped over pails,
IV bag kid’s missing out on
the cloud of butterflies
unleashed in each
stumbling
fail,
chasin’ all those nuthins through
blazing hoops, in hopes of
catchin’ a twitch of
cat’s own tail.
image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/389420699005632753/
varied configurations
of the same concept
still yielding piss n’ salt
enough to mix up
the results
and if i’m known to my few friends for my best
and they just bury the rest, my floating
body still sees no stop nearin’
for broken road’s
rest,
i’ll pull the cord, sound the
whistle n’ wait here
anyway
leavin’ the rest
to mess with
fate.
image: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/boy-on-a-train-joel-smith.html
image: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Railways_Mark_1
there are fighters and
lovers and those who
love to fight with
lovers
as hand stretches one black
leather glove over
the other,
and to those who fight off love
in favour of rose petals traced
in blood and lipstick wax,
bankrupt on fractal
lenses,
please don’t die fightin’ over love,
one black leather mask
stretched over
the other.
round here the shiny toys
are shaped like
tiny boys,
but not all boys like their toys
revved and red, or dangling bare-
like girl’s shiny hoop earrings
as trophies ’round a
rubber neck,
cash the check and break the
promise, default on action,
betray self-respect,
expect some frayin’ in
the rope, cause this
tug o’ war ain’t
done yet.
image: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-TUG-O-WAR/290776/132329/view
image: https://pixels.com/featured/tug-of-war-patrick-whelan.html
