Darkness sweating crystal balloons rising, not fast, not chaotic, but in queues scales of water pattern an alligator skin upon a smooth brow like a prow cutting past the lips and in great sips passing by in the silence.

Look at those golden jaws they’ll get stuck in the machine the dentist remains alone. And his room’s as white as wool faces flutter the butterflies on the moor, that dentists fail to put on the shopping list – brings back the sheep hiding in supermarket trolleys, hooves slipping through metal mesh that keeps birds […]

Glass & Water Ripple in clear instruction, with no listening ears, only listening mouths, mouths that would give much to get action of this light – Light that stands through, this way that way up way sideways under ways – blinding diamonds perfect for hollow bending spheres of white on liquid high delight. Delight is […]

1. My Painting The nose is hanging on my lips, eyes scream and eat my ears to the tragedy of this white-white colour. The whiskers turn pale and stretch. 2. Wedding A scope of wearing white; hamper the black muscled cove. 3. Coffee It is not it. Milk white, coffee-auburn.

The Kiss two lips and now it’s thunder boiling trouble the artist splashes paint over the looking glass who knew skin could be electrified and blades could stab the barks of trees too high. Tension Flee while you can while the seconds, the seconds stick together like rats – why is the road so dark […]

Before Vesuvius there was no name for volcano now with silver muzzles four eyes, a butterfly tongue we you I nurse pocket explosions in well pockets etc. capsules tanks of the stuff the fluid the artist took to arms to burn a sketchbook he was ashamed of (fair, the quivering beck textured like tweed quilts?) […]

If lush and luxurious rugs make spines shiver and shudder, Then how much more does a feminine felines cause pouring out of perfect love? I tell you, if silver splashers and cud chewers gifts are taste bud tickling treat, Then this elegant stunt actress is the cat’s whiskers.

A patch of scorched grassland, surrounded by desert sand The deadly sun shone to dry out the land, and burned it ’till the very treatment touch on it was painful. Yet still it is burnt, and the burn, notice, is a welt deeper than the pores of the ground which cover said country. But said […]

Paper folded lengthways this way that: five different doors open at five different angles, evolution is creased down the middle, a ship afloat on the watermark turns its back on you. Does it leave, this ship, does it leave or does it return. Does it matter, when you are left either way on the shore? […]