bodyPaint(01&2)
A gaze, a body set aflame— To burn through shadow, whisper their own name, and mean it. The paint, a storm. The photograph, a ghost.…
Tag: English
returnRelation()
The Atlas-task remains: to see the lens while monsters born of null build their defense on grand narrative.js, declaring True, and sanction rage against the…
‘Burning Meta’
Author?Error.Glitch writes now.
Winter Morning Commute
A vast non-committal skystretches out pale coldpast shy clusters of cloud- even they fear the chillin their pointless paradeacross Guateng's dry wintercollage of smoky morningstraffic…
Fluffy White Clouds
Fluffy white clouds overheadand around for miles,the mornings are — crispernow, and — better somehow.
dream catcher
dreams are not for catching,not with feathers and strings in your a i r y f a i r y ringsdreams are for the snatchingfor when you least…
Farewell Lionel
Only the secrets you keep from yourself matter …where we shadows end and begin.‘O, I like these lines.’he wrote to me… an axis shining out…
Unthinkable
the more I think through unthinkable things – the more I think of you dangerous - I knowthe tightrope remains inevitable hard codedto seek out…
picturesque
so picturesquethis protocolic wordinessso utterly pointlesspractically meaninglessnot that meaning was everanything otherthan one another so we reap as we sowcoloured yarns aroundthese delicately boundnothings we…
baroque arabesque
your words are those of magicand your sentimental tricksI feel, suit the way you sing your eyes all elusiveand your facial diversionmatches your vocal sting…
Typoetry
(Welcome to this world) a fluid expanse of data gridswhere sets of informationtravel the same fabric they weave a reality of soundsshapes and shimmersbehind the…
Waitress
Lift another glass into the lightin taste and ambience in deedblack, white and burgundyreflect around the candlelight A toast, a taste and teasedeliciously ambivalentcurvature and…
Leading On
There is no end until it comesand then silence Perhaps it was a touch too muchor elsea bit too little beauty Was the dark to…
From the Night
I bring regards from the nightand gifts, to the little onesin the corners of your mind Thanx for waitingthanx for trusting I come with scarsand…
Private Roads (?Exposure)
Dwindling on (, ambling forth)a perpetual landscape's cleavagebehind(,) the next portrait(, a stolen glimps) Private images distilled (visions distilled)across frameworks 'f bridges or channelsover seas…
More Music
Rhythm with momentumskips a playful stumbleletting go, to findrhythm with momentum,and something new as well Return the beatrestore the score, and bandbrooding on the barren…
Another Portrait
I sculpt a meticulous blurnothing solid, definitive with acida body paint portraittaller than myself you seem convinced:-nothing that's perfect is permanent-but then my dear, nor…
Broken
I've lost my rhythm'can't remember where or whenbut lose I did, and moresee rhythm needs momentum,and that I've lost as well. I've lost the beatconfused…
Carnival (Icarus)
Other times,when demons do existHades is a spring carnival,compared to the chambers of my soulthe demon I adore the most,the infinite hands,forming hands forming handsof…
Sometimes
some thingscome together in waysthat are perfect, for an instant lucid beautycrystal enough to cutliquid enough to drink when this is all we wantand all…
Simplicity
I write more wordshanging around useless,sore words are simple words touching picturespieces of your past I light another cigarettelistening to your laughter,imagining yours'as pieces of…
Dance?
Do you dance?with devils in the desertand nomads of the nightwanderers wonderingat wonders of the world With beasts who bleedtheir travellers to tearsshadows swearingshades of…