For several years, I have focused on poetry on this blog. I want to see if my readers enjoy my art too, or if it should be on a separate blog. I kind of what this to be my catch all creative blog. I paint a lot, so I have a lot of art to show. Poetry is my first love and my focus, but visual art and photography have become important to me as well.
The rough light of sunrise
Tousles my essence.
Though I still dream,
I stroll out to the street
To measure the wishes of the industrious.
Closed doors everywhere.
At the end of the street,
Independent light floating above the city refuse
Like a sliver of the Divine
The poem is feral, climbing under the bar and making a shirley temple with vodka. My body is bereft. My spirit sits outside myself flying my middle name on a ribbon like a balloon. The poem tells a tattooed man a story about that time she and____ burnt down the auxiliary doorway to Invisible Beauty. I grab the poem and she kisses me, her curves burning me. Fusing to my own. Tangential heavens speed away from the crime scene. The poem stumbles out of the bar. I stumble away from the bottle. We collapse in the meadow with the horses and she injects pure liquid ecstasy in her delicate veins. As her translucent skin bruises, I see the stars blink and then shut. Blackness overtakes us like old age, slowly then all at once.
Miniature Moon 