We fight over your mass landscape
excavate your hidden treasures
marriages apart from your solar beauty
maturity is unjust,
.
Unfigured. Oil spills.
Silver spirits.
Flammable transience
Kicking and screaming in duck-blue plush
.
I no longer ask, as
nothing is without reason.
the yielding sun bears to deal with the
one space as it takes
Us
into your gulping mouthful of tears.
.
Silky dreams, liquid satin
duck-blue tears - plush giggles no
More.
.
.
.
My work represents childhood memories of the Northern Lights, star constellations and global effects through painting, sculpture, photography and poetry.
