Yearning Dread

A small amount of yearning dread

It changes and shifts and moves alongside the burgandy

borders of the Victorian stanza. The frame is the small

room – the chairs and tables are wire frames. Wires and

wires covered and twisting and turning into sharp thorns

that protrude at awkward places. The models sitting down

with the thorns piercing the plastic flesh. And the walls are

covered with dreams of where next.

 

It’s a yearning dread, breaking out of the mold

Afraid that nothing is as it seems behind the walls

of plastic that envelop the soul. How we interact

with poison and pain but cannot feel the whole thing.

 

It is a yearning for something new, and the dread of which will come.

Train [Speed Poetry]

Fettered lights passed by from the train

unk cachunk cachunk cachunk cachunk

a man was standing up in the first car

standing up in the first car and walking

down the corridors holding on to the

railing

Tall man black clothes tall man heavy brow tall man fearful smile scared of something that was coming or something that was already there tall man reeling but with not drunk tall man with blood following his hands one hand on his chest

unk cachunk cachunk cachunk cachunk

Each scene from the window a new play

Lasting seconds only one car to the next

unk cachunk cachunk cachunk cachunk

Last car a woman was holding a gun pointed

outwards point outwards towards the man

Two am and the lights fettered on and off

as the train hit the railings blood smeared

on the walls a hooded black figure hugging

the man unk cachunk cachunk cachunk

His lips moved Tall man falling to the ground

unk cachunk cachunk cachunk cachunk

Woman bleeding now gun to the ground

Romeo and Juliet play Except by the choice

of one

 

I have to pity the person who is going clean up that mess

 

White wisps falling out of the body mists revealing no bodies but blood and the souls wavered for a second before they split ways It’s time for the tax collector to pass by and grab his due

 

unk cachunk cachunk cachunk cachunk.

Sektor 83. Jupiter Space Colony.

Some things you don’t want to forget

Mohawk

Oracle

Oracle. Mixed media on canvas and glass. 100 x 150 cm. Smoke series.

A young warrior approaching a dragon oracle for advice. Smoke on canvas, outlines of form on glass.