Monday, April 25, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Flowers
Today reminds me of the soft green shadows
and alcholic victories of my youth
In this hour of 75 percent humidity
my mind fills with flowers
Sex is an illusion of the mind
Flowers are the sex organs of nature
I am full of damp flowers
waiting inside me for Spring.
and alcholic victories of my youth
In this hour of 75 percent humidity
my mind fills with flowers
Sex is an illusion of the mind
Flowers are the sex organs of nature
I am full of damp flowers
waiting inside me for Spring.
Monday, April 18, 2011
The Moon and the Birds
After a million rituals all that's left are the moon and the birds.
The mocking bird cuts the circle and the grackle calls us in.
We are all equal in the heat under the leaves.
Sweat is the wine of my life now.
Rot is my God and Fecundity my Goddess.
Alone here in a day heavy with cats
I catch your eye and prepare for the pain of rippening.
The mocking bird cuts the circle and the grackle calls us in.
We are all equal in the heat under the leaves.
Sweat is the wine of my life now.
Rot is my God and Fecundity my Goddess.
Alone here in a day heavy with cats
I catch your eye and prepare for the pain of rippening.
Friday, April 15, 2011
All the Colors of the Rainbow
I can only paint one picture at a time, but in my mind I am all of the colors of the rainbow.
Lying back on clouds in a blue sky as everything I think of Becomes.
Creativity released from this small room, from this small body, from this small canvas.
Becoming smaller every day until we are free.
Lying back on clouds in a blue sky as everything I think of Becomes.
Creativity released from this small room, from this small body, from this small canvas.
Becoming smaller every day until we are free.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
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