Art is everywhere
Between the lashes of your eyes
When you look
When you see
Ever see a surfer’s drop
Ever watch the curl of a perfect wave
(Like the curl of a great lover)
Or even imperfect mush
(Any lover when you’re lonely)
There is art in the stick of the sweat as two bodies press and peal apart
Poetry in sighs
And beating hearts under water
Music in old crackling bones deep in the marrow
Of arthritic hands embracing
Two pilgrim palms praying
For the same sweet release
Reverence
In this world is not hard to find
Because art is in your eyes
Sometimes caught between your lashes
Like a venus fly trap
Buzzing, screaming, praying to get out
Release the art
It is everywhere
In everyone
"Action is greater than writing. A good man is a nobler object of contemplation than a great author. There are but two things worth living for: to do what is worthy of being written; and to write what is worthy of being read."
~Albert Pike
~Albert Pike
September 15, 2009
Art Is Everywhere
September 15, 2009
…
Your cunt
Tastes like maple syrup
So I dry it out
And cut it up like a line of cocaine
And sprinkle it on my french toast like powdered sugar.
September 15, 2009
Jellyfish
Now that I’m lost
I can’t be found
There was a mission to mars in my dream
But the spaceship blew up
And all that remained
Were pieces of your face
Scattered like an undone jigsaw puzzle
“you remind me” of the cosmos
said you once the undone cosmos
“you remind me” eternal and
of a dream I once had never
belly dancers dancing always
inside the jellyfish belly changing
of my love
love dancers unite
by moonlit day
starlit night
guided by ghosts
so that I might
sew my mite
inside you
your ability to masturbate
denies my ability to love
to love you
your tit in my mouth
nipple inside my tongue
September 14, 2009
(__)
My vocabulary
is not large enough
to impress her
She wears words on her sleeve
like a con man wears diamond studded cuff links
(and) i’m not even sure what a cuff link is/does
I cut my sleeves off at the shoulder
and let the bare skin of my forearms do my talking
Pale with irony
dry in eczemas humor
spotted like her leopard skin blouse
you know the one she never tells anyone about
tucked hidden between jars of (____)
behind bullet proof glass
“i adore you”
…
“like light chases moths”
Oh wait, or is it the moth that chase the light?
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