don’t touch
touch
transcendent / tantalizing
fingertips evoke
The Electricity / The Ecstasy
of skin
unfurling
a million cocoons
releasing
butterfly kisses
Yet To Be Confessed
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Art and poem by Clinock.
Touch, 8 x 8″ (20 x 20 cm), mixed media relief in cradled panel.
Fish, mouse, poet,
hooked and guillotined,
snagged and gridded and greened,
caught in the act,
enchanted.
From before the beginning
there was no possibility of escape.
I learned to love the pointy end,
confess with blood and colours on my tongue
and be still.
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Poem and art by clinock.
Caught. 8″ x 8″ (20 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.
For surfers it’s the ultimate wave,
the cosmic and final tsunami
THEBIGONE.
For me it’s the death squad,
the surfer skulls from hell,
the ultimate wave goodbye,
the call for last orders,
Time Gentlemen Please,
A final kick at the can.
Goodnight sweet prince.
There’s nothing bigger
in this waiting room.
do not go gentle
Let them come I say, I can take them all.
Let them try the drowning,
impalement on spiked boards
and evisceration by absurdity.
I’m too dry, too full of fire and too much in love
to be taken without a dance.
Bring it on you hairless, hapless harpies
swarming on sharpened feathers.
You can’t be serious.
I will laugh you into dust.
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Art and poem by Clinock.
Waiting For The Big One, 24 x 12 “, (61 x 30.5 cm.), mixed media in cradled panel.
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more a gentle summer breeze really
a mere puff of air
the sound of the letters of my disclosure
a marshmallow zephyr
melting on my tongue
but it’s her hand that touches me
a cat’s paw on my skin
a compass pointing to the silent passages
between the sound of each letter
of my disclosure
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Art and poem by Clinock
Wind Poem, 9 x 12 ” (22.86 x 30.48 cm.). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.
the reaching is absolute
embedded in my skull
that button that screen
i don’t see the sun much
i decorate my whiteness
with dark and ancient dreams
i’m expected to confess
seven times a day
eight on nature nostalgia day
my favorites are the tree egg
and the animatronic moose
but i’m not allowed to touch
Poem and art by clinock.
the Future. 6″ x 8″ (15 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.
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