Sunday, February 25, 2007

navel milk

define me not by my bones and shape nor the liquid lust that rises apple green into your mouth and nostrils open but by the silence and the space it leaves hanging underpinned and amorphous, unqualified, unknown, un nanmed.
a shapeless thought of sparks.

art by porcelain skull. words by cocaine jesus


Blogger wolf said...

thats so completely beautiful. the words and art fit together in a very delicate lacing. perfect.

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