Body Art

Body Art

A Poem by Alpris

midday is floating by
         shifting thin odoured fog

of pungent marks on the air

         looking at the herd of vermin

still; permanently resting on snow white carpets

         freckled with spurted Merlot

ragged clitoris and genitalia

         pleasured by a fond scissor

how lowly yet pretty they are

         in their emerald hues of greed and mold

i can feel the midday laughter

         hard and cold and

so hot

         tousles my lungs in laughter winds

blades painting the

         fate of my talented stroke

bending my will, to a snap

         there there, my little experiment,
                                    i am merely a body artist

© 2012 Alpris

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Certainly made me giggle... those darn Gremlins are everywhere causing havoc.

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Added on July 31, 2012
Last Updated on August 11, 2012



Auckland, New Zealand

Here is a reference to my artistry - a painting of myself and Myra Hindley: At the point of acquaintance , I generally go by Alpris; a name given to me by someone I don't know, let alone the in.. more..

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A Poem by Alpris