Withing the charcoal woods
Painted walls electrify
Strokes tidal bruising my sea
Ancestors tending me roses
Begging to be recognized
Comets whistling insane
Reassuring the painter to find it’s hands
For it never occurred to me that this cage of mine is what beautifully carries me instead
Daily Archives: June 8, 2012
Lust Loving Regards
Enjoy this condition – Please!
Meet Archie
Like most fellas
He sits to be cherished
Not your ordinary mush
He’s seen it all
Woozy coloring his soil
Till I stubbornly decided he was much more mush~ than~ room
Tableau Vivant
Although these words are my own
I too find it difficult to comprehend
My dramatic scenes shortened
The epicenter of my English virtually nude
Translating the swollen cities beneath my time
Softened by this sea of recognition shoring me to rise
