black flower teardrop petals on my cop it on the chin
caught: my knee deep in murky shadow puppets
restless foot in the grave haphazard hand in the blue
hitching hiking down Ventura highway in search of the calculi abacus
calmly a spiderman crawls across the white of my eye. I’m in a subway jumping onto someone else’s train. Seven Seconds (Youssou N’Dour and Neneh Cherry) is the timeframe I have slipped up my saffron sleeve. I stay. Imaginary fishing line is baited with all my good and bad. I fish a crazy chance. The wishing tree cries sap of left over hope. Don’t spoil your face, the black swan of mate for life learns into my bones. The moment scale balances my wish to fall down the rabbit hole and my dream of always wearing ruby slippers. I return the crown of thorns to whence it came; cleansed by torrential tears. Temptation. Sunrise.
the now and then and in between thrumming of my soul
to touch light and be comfortable in the arms of dark
i journeyed into a answer that spoke precious parables
voice’s graffiti my skin with lost and alone coded ink
roman style lounging, no hurry to return home
love branded into my lower back, just beyond the arch of my linked truth
I want to thank you all so much for supporting my 52project, this is the last of the series,
I hope you enjoy.
My next project is yet to surface but I’m sure it shall. It has been such a challenge to take photos of myself, not only just because I use a phone but because I do not think I look good in photos. So all your kind words have helped me greatly.