Cool and relaxed
Shadows building a silhouette of cut muscle
and girth.
Thickness, to connect the severed wrists
of all artwork. Her Soul has it.
My Brother weaves needles in himself, to sew up
open patches of spoken words and thought.
I am a wonderer, the fighter
Crazy colorful hair, masked in the drawn lines of a
lighter, and pretty eyes. Drinking in life
I grab it by the balls
The one who does not hesitate to climb highest
ladder, and brace for the most orgasmic free-falls.
A little flaky, like a modern Artistic Predator
should be.
A wordsmith, who’s more sane…. Or Less INsane,
then all those who circulate these blue veins,
pumping full of artistry.
Fresh body paint, glows!