Demented Confessions 15 – the Future

the future

 

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.

Advertisements

Demented Confessions 14 – Enigma

Version 2

Veiled whispers are reversed.

 Putti are lobotomized.

 The Tree of Life dries and withers.

 Language crumbles

and

disintegrates.

 

Beware of straight black lines she says

and

listen carefully

to the poetry

of clouds.

 

The sky is smudged charcoal.

Birds fly upside down through falling ash.

Time cracks open

torturing music,

fragmenting silence.

 

A mad man wears The Crown.

Oh don’t you hear

the old gods

laughing?

 

 

Poem and art by clinock.

Enigma. 8″ x 8″ (20 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Demented Confessions 13 – A Brush With Death

brush w death

sorry, I couldn’t resist

 

a Brush with Death. by clinock. 6″ x 8″ (15 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

Demented Confessions 11 – Red Bird

Red Bird 3

Red Bird listening,

hearing my old confessions

in feathers and blood.

Red Bird

Red Bird knowing all

the ragged branches of my life

and why I’m falling.

Red Bird 2

Red Bird silently

flying me through arcs of light

to distant thunder.

 

Art and haiku by clinock.

Red Bird. 8″ x 8″ (20 x 20 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

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 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.

Demented Confessions 5 – The Key

The Key

The Key is offered.

The Angel of Paradox

reveals the riddle.

~~~~~~~

All I can confess

is I cannot find the lock

and so remain blind.

~~~~~~~

The Key is offered,

but I’m too used to being

the beyond belief.

~~~~~~~~

Art and Haiku by clinock.

The Key. 8″ x 8″ (20.32 x 20.32 cm). Mixed media relief in cradled panel.