Through the pink lip,
the leap,
and supple unfunded fire
in the damp meadow
of us,
under the
cracked sky
scattered with scores
of telephone poles;
through the magnetic resonance,
rattling bones like train tracks,
train tracks,
(reinterpret that),
into mahogany eyes
from out of tar-spill pupils,
reciprocating,
reintegrating,
reinventing
the romantic meaning
of the
true rib
(tethered directly to the breastbone),
in the
Current Residence: Norwich Favourite genre of music: Indie Favourite photographer: Philippe Halsman Favourite style of art: Expressionistic Skin of choice: Epidermis
Favourite Visual Artist
Egon Schiele
Favourite Movies
Casablanca
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Mclusky, Grandaddy, Pixies
Favourite Writers
Douglas Adams, Friedrich Nietzsche
Favourite Games
Rez
Other Interests
Music, live music, quiet music, loud music. You get the idea.