Dried Up Plasticine

smell flint’s first kiss
with gasoline,

two drops of strychnine
in the anthropocene,

man made the masks and time’s
dried up whatever’s not

swarm o’ kids left out last night
on gloomy dining table
in spinnin’ room’s
green gables

like dried rapeseed ground
into veins on gloomy

but there’s a room here and
it’s callin’ if you’re able
to reach me through
mind’s ocean.

image: https://saumaydublish.wordpress.com/2012/08/10/dinner-table/

image: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/play-doh-work-doh-ellis-rosen.html

Heart Swings from String (beatin' weary wings)

valentine, oh my heart-stop sign
swingin’ for years here on
this splintered perch
in low decline,

holdin’ onto last of
life’s healthy

palms are clams and hands
claim they’re holdin’ a
place in time

as am i.

valentine, oh my valentine,
things are fine, though we
swing for different joys
a swing-set brings
come spring

guess i’m a stranger
strain of man.

a sickly strain in veins
of fine woman

but there’s still room here
for ya, on this ol’
tire o’ mine,

but so clearly in pane’s
displayed heart’s ol’
stop sign,

cracks so clearly

c’mere and just let me
hold your heart
in mine

image: https://www.paintedcork.com/gallery/all-paintings

image: https://www.pinotspalette.com/painting/two-hearts-on-a-swing

Sky Scratchers (Paint Scrapers)

sky scratchers flake the paint
from sky’s fake ceiling,

“taller, no higher! the skyer the better!

we cheer with drive from golden rafters
while belly cramps, guts are reeling-
clamped all twists and churn.

maybe it’s time to own the
feeling if we’re ever
to temper it’s

image: https://twitter.com/lonelyplanet/status/738158253754843137

image: https://qz.com/528450/chinas-floating-city-in-the-sky-was-obviously-an-illusion-but-what-the-heck-was-it/

Here's To Looking At You

i just wanna
look at you,

‘specially when you
don’t know it,

i just wanna
look at you,

even though you
now know this,

i just wanna
look at you,

whether or not your
hair or heart’s a
rat’s nest

i just want to
look at you

look you true,
much like these
fresh eyes

image: https://www.everydayhealth.com/columns/jared-bunch-rhythm-of-life/compassion-in-patient-care/

image: https://www.everydayhealth.com/columns/jared-bunch-rhythm-of-life/compassion-in-patient-care/

Raw with Thaw

a forgotten fondness unlocked
with several clever combinations
of tenderness and

a glowing hand traces grassy,
patchy hills to base of
Jack’s beanstalk.

old fears, aches and longings
swell pairs’ lips shut, no
real surprise,

shattering years, unlocked-
welling up in frozen clocks and cracks
traced faint over lids of
thawed out

image: https://www.artstation.com/artwork/PG6Xo

image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/487585097145394262/?lp=true

image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/487585097145394262/?lp=true

A Peek Through Glass

i watch helpless at screaming
faces chained beneath
the ice,

frantic hands like weeds fan me in
for rescue above same
polar sheet

then light cuts through the havoc
of resting flesh made
moving parts,

i feel stung as fresh water rushes
my lungs and hypothermic needles
pierce flesh of slowing

rescue party’s been mine
all this time, i guess

head’s been stuck under glass
so long, i never noticed a
lapse in breath.

image: https://www.deviantart.com/killgannon2113/art/Trapped-Under-Ice-119191982

image: https://www.worthpoint.com/worthopedia/arctic-ice-abstract-painting-painted-407729588

Haunted Heads on Barbed Pillows (Lights Out!)

hear the house ghosts play it safe and
watch ’em stray for days

shufflin’ days and toes away
all day top kitchen
marble counter

for days-
i know,

rufflin’ sheets, and gas leakin’
poker hand secret speak
to peakin’ table of
round room

sway your mistress feather dust-up
blusters, tossin’ up tumbleweeds
under neon lemon green
soda stream seas

and just a lime twist of fuck me
for spritz of her juicy heart’s
heat please?

won’t speak so soft of cream silk
cover on bed lined with
barbed wire

image: https://www.myhauntedlifetoo.com/2015/05/24/sharing-a-bed-with-a-ghost/

party pressures

don’t get stressed up
planning me a

just commit a bar from
happy b-day to heart
of my memory,

and tell me
i smell

or that you still see my
roots through all
the lice,

love’s not always

love how you can spot a
rainbow thru the swirls
of wedding rice.

image: https://londonartgirl.wordpress.com/how-to-buy-my-art/

image: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-the-birthday-party/395678/4167126/view