the building blight bright stricken by the prices
the wages
the taglines
the costs
the sale
of the spirit
and in the middle of that building
that which what beat and blurted blundered and burnt boomed bursts bravely
was a heart the size of a unicorn
the unicorn that circled
a child
in the middle of restful dreamery
all while
he screamed
like a sigh
"sogo away"
to the shadows in the closet
and all went wild with thoughts fiery and fiercely vibrant radiant rapid ripe ready at the brim...
chasing the darkness
and settling into a murmur
gurgling like an infant
in the arms of sweet talcum flavoured kisses...
About Me
- sharron and jaeson
- we clang about the pots. They echo like a thought. I kiss her like a paint smear. And all my loving is artful. Then I taste the flourescence like an autumn inhale. It all feels like spring and winter all regrowing and disintegrating at the same time. Cold. Wet. Conflicted. Sublime. I write all this. Making up for lost time. All words and pictures on this blog is original content. Jaeson Iskandar Copyright. Sharron Martin Copyright. Alive Right Now !!! (P.s. poems or words by other people will be acknowledged.)
