Demented Confessions 9 – Stolen Poems

Stolen Poems

Let’s invent a new language she said,

One in which even the smartest can play god

On the limbs of others.

Version 2

Okay I said but why are we doing this?

You’re not the sharpest knife in the drawer, R U?

she replied…

Version 4

None – the – less I broke the code

and saved the world –

once again – from

total

annihilation..

Stolen Poems

Surely

some credit

is due

 

I am aVailable for

cash Awards

At home

every day

beTween N000000000N

and ONE.

 

I have a PayPal account

I am ‘Believable’ at Starbucks

I participate in anti-gravity sex

I am the one behind the bush

waxing his handlebar moustache

please

don’t send me

to the Farm

what else do you want me to say?

I have so much yet to do.

Help

is needed.

 

Help each other

with a loving

heart

 

Art and poem by clinock.

Stolen Poems. 8″ x 36″. Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

 

 

 

 

 

Demented Confessions 8 – ’43’

43

she knew immediately

the symbolism, the references,

the memory, the confession.

 

there are people in my life

who know more about me than I do.

I make my confession to them.

 

 

Art and Poem by Clinock.

’43’. 6″ x 6″ (15.24 x 15.24 cm). Mixed media relief sculpture in cradled panel.

 

 

June Redux – 2013 – Be Here Now

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“The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.”

from the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.

 

 

“We’re fascinated by the words–but where we meet is in the silence behind them.”

Ram Dass

 

Be Here Now. 20″ x 16″ (50.8 x 40.64 cm) acrylic ink drawing on paper, by clinock.

Demented Confessions 7 – Winter Bush

Winter Bush

says

I am your winter bush

too cold to light your fire

my branches icicles

my skull a ball of snow

 

says

I am Alpha and Omega

a child ancient as stars

my magic is from flesh

fire and the silver rose

 

says

look deeper than thinking

I am not what I say

I am almost spring

I am an article of faith

 

 

Art and Poem by Clinock.

Winter Bush. 8″ x 8″ (20.32 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief sculpture in cradled panel.

May Redux – 2013 – Dreams For Sale

dreams for sale

Walking a city afternoon I made this photo through the window of an antique store.

I continued to gaze, fascinated by my reflection superimposed on the bed. It was as if I was laying down and drifting with the ghosts of all who had ever slept, dreamed, loved, laughed and cried, been born and died there, tangled in baroque light.

I was moved to free us from all this sleeping around.

Above, but out of the frame, was a sign in antiquarian lettering.

It said ‘Dreams For Sale’.

 

ghosts cannot rest

in this dislocated bed

 

perplexed by labyrinths of iron

and the endless touch of the living

 

their spines and cheeks

never crease the haunted sheets and pillows

 

outside looking in I’m inside looking out

whispering to the reflected dead

you are loved and you are loved

and you are free

 

Walk on

Photo and Poem by clinock.

Lilac Moon

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Full moon tonight.

Her name is Lilac Moon,

Womb of Spring,

Hidden by Clouds.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The lilacs are out in Vancouver.

Spring always smells like you,

but it never lasts.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The magnolias bloomed

and were gone

in three days

this year.

~~~~~~~~~~

The flowers of May

come and go.

~~~~~~~~~

The lilacs may last

a little longer.

~~~~~~~~~

Because it brings me back you…

art and poem by clinock

Painting: 20″ x 16″ (50.8 x 40.64 cm). Acrylic on paper.

 

Demented Confessions 4 – The White Stool

White Stool

Spirit bird child,

learning to fly,

will you dance a dance with me

across the sky?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The White Stool by Clinock. 8″ x 8″ (20.32 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.