Monday, March 14, 2011



BREAKFAST

Retired jellyfish choke a mall of seaweed. A homage to newly unearthed columns of fifteen dark messages prophesizing shores in all human navels. Swimming pools rowing between apartment walls.



SELF-PORTRAIT IN BARK

Tag reindeers. Stab and maybe resurrect. So.

Propose to drunken lead the life still in a dead world. Constellations swaying.

Their violet and pink surplus matched by a black owl perched like a madman's bagel.

In a circle of mannequins the great cycle of ticking racks link. That's life yet to be spare.

Moss and poppy was. Whales on icy lava equal.



THE FRIENDS

The carved horse. Its little hell. Bright barge flailing. Flat in factory. Ears that don't belong anymore. Glass suppers and creation.



GORGE FORM

In the forest dreaming of more. Thoughts get bitchier. Death.

On the way a cake knife behinds a curtain. Bow and arrow gorges form.

Mercury spree. Bursting dune. Lake of thunderstorms. Forests stew. 


2 comments:

Tyson Bley said...

we should have use for ears that don't belong anymore. and friends that steal our sneakers

James Darman said...

BIG WORK IN SMALL PACKAGE ME LIKES