The Living Art of Self Consumption~

Colors pour

paintings tilt in a bow

my footsteps in stormy weather

trail a canary yellow sash, in lemon rind

enmeshed deep in the fibers of my waist in persimmon garlands

as I leap

with a tilt of the skull

for marigold honeybees

and sunshine

through my preying grace

dripping figurines into a music box

coagulant dancers born from my blood rimed lips

drip and drop

down the white clay of my broken ribs

curved for an invitation

there

a hospice in lavender skirts

as men melt by

printing their fluid skin against the walls of my threadbare slips

of the lips

my violin

an arbor for a geisha lost in the parasol spin

in an alley where a heavy gun

exports its metal into a screaming spine

I grind

to a halt

peeling butterflies from my arms

in art deco violence

gauze and glue

in a museum

boldly declaring;

The Living Art of Self Consumption

 

 

 

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Reviews

[asdarkeyesclose]

'I grind

to a halt

peeling butterflies from my arms

in art deco violence

gauze and glue

in a museum

boldly declaring;

The Living Art of Self Consumption'

so many lines in this that simply blow me away. through your words we see life and humanity with fresh eyes and this is exactly what good metaphor does, lets us rediscover the world around us, taking language apart at the seams and then redrawing it in ways we do not expect. the writing it finely crafted, exotic, soft one second, harsh the next but always dynamic, emotionally tuned and vibrant. breathtaking poetry.

[patricia]

Your like no other poet I have ever read...amazing poem...amazing poet. Thanks.

[shultzfeather]

wow

[Ed Hart]

why am i thinking you grew up playing with Dalies

[Aidz]

Okay now let me see, no let me close my eyes and envisage the removal of butterflies, the soft graces of lavender, geisha lost in the clouds of dreams thats is spun in a marigold of splendour...... emblazoned in cream and honey my dear Selene ;)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You certainly know how to put reality into a twister so our heads spin out of the clouds to see there is still a ground. Another brilliant write.

[BlueDreams]

The fabulously flowing imagery and the beautiful terms in it ,just amazed me .. Great job.. I found no more words honestly.. :-)

[SkinlessFrank]

this collage of unreconcilable emotions which is you, which reminds us of us, which makes me want to to hide in the museum until after closing and spend the night walking through the galleries crying and laughing

[Cafe Reader]

The worlds you create are a joy to experience. We love everything about your unfairy tales. There's such a feeling of shrugging off the pain in this one, a kind of, oh well, this is what it is, kind of mood, but in your hands it becomes a work of original, fresh art.

[LilyT]

What's not to love about a woman who spills herself selflessly like the bowl of the richest cream for all of us to lap up with passion. You're making movies with words, my love, and I'm sitting here eating up every frame.


I grind

to a halt

peeling butterflies from my arms

in art deco violence

gauze and glue

in a museum

boldly declaring;

The Living Art of Self Consumption