Dark rainbows twist in the core of existence Pulling the strings that set the rhythm of life Swilling in the contemplation of the atoms vibration Moments kicked and bitten to existence Something new from the old arises – pushing up And up into a place as yet unmade Ghosts of this creations whisper Existentialism bleeds […]
The blood dragon bloomed in swirls on a cloud Threads twisting into smokey substance The beat of a heart, pulsed in it’s withering dance As currents flowed and shifted within A deep dark ruby of gelatinous clot – made an eye It winked and twisted away, formless once more Just tatters remained
Time stalls A glance at an old life A dying way Colours as graded sepia The mountains lay With heads in clouds And bead work patterns Crisp and clean Uncertain and serious Fathoms deep On youths that Now are dust on the air Stories of wilderness It was once there I stare into dark eyes […]
The fighting monsters dance As if life long partners Graceful, instep – aggression Lost in the fluidity Of movement Monsters together After all only a monster Can ever truly fight a monster Now they are locked In an eternal embrace.
The images of the city where obscured Distorted, kind of hidden But the pieces where there The arches and cafes Gun turrets and cigerette smoke All the Romes that had ever been Over lain and synched A slight misalignment Gave delicious snapshots On occassions the warm twilight shifted Showing the city as it could be […]
There was a tower within the tower fractal within Models without Nested ideas Realities bloom Stars seen Astronomy folly Lonely on the hill Waiting Pregnant with itself Do you Paint, drawn, write Explore? There was a tower within a tower Modelled in the tower and so on and on Outside a sheep bleats And the […]
The Winter Depths (First published on Blue Monster) The cold freezes the air to solid form, coating the branches of the trees, starting from the smallest twig which become heavy under the white crystals. The night draws on and the day seems murky and insincere and then sometimes to have happened not at all. The […]
The Landscape is fetid Pastules rise from the ground Pulsing with sickly green I avoid them Skipping on stockinged feet Stripy and saggy Toe elongate A large witches hat Looms as a cathedral On the horizon before me Purple velvet The pile deep and luxuriant The tip a spire Reaching to a sky of pink […]
Golden wings Tipped with adamantian blades Swift or lingering It maybe death Brought upon these wings Sad eyes and splendour lips Seek you Betrayer Self lamentor Hunter of untruth Your blade will splatter Metallic wings That you called into existence Pulled from the ethos of ego All they want is to swim in the dark […]
The silhouette black, a contrast to the white Which luminesses, reaching almost blue… or purple… or green. Ripples of soft grey, shadows that a low swept sun awakes Even in sleep it has been an eternity And the wind bites with a thousand icy shards