The Mona Lisa and High Cholesterol
Signorina Gherardini's
prophetic visitations
of a drunk's
medical conference
before film-reels
of attentive eyes.
Franco dubbed
this, one of the world's many crises;
xanthelasma,
as Dylan dreamt of 'Highway Blues'.
There is nothing here
for the common muse
to hammer
a nail upon.
I'd prefer the eyes
on a plate, on the ledge;
newsprint in the cavi...
Monday 5th August 2019 1:18 am
Silhouettes
I woke from another nice nightmare,
the same one as last night:
calling in a midnight green garden,
sickening spilling envy over
the flower beds
and screaming through locked doors;
the keyhole beyond where
battleships flutter,
lopsided
in some old silent film.
Let me bring the colour to this
disease. Because
I've brought it in fruitbowls,
and bouquets, and I...
Monday 17th June 2019 11:40 pm
Green Shadows
The bucket of water distorts
the image of the sky when kicked
a mirror stretching into infinite ovals.
In this I am a golden leaf
and the light stretches through me
a ragged parchment in candle-light.
Where the green shadows
intersect with the love we live
I can see a buried garden-
a lazy, hothouse dream
of terracotta and porcelain
and thieves in the night
that went to sleep u...
Friday 24th May 2019 12:23 am
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