Milk


Milk

As I lay here
Cradling you in my weary ribs
A saccharine fever
Like the black spiders poison
Ripe, garnet red.

 Decaying limbs intertwined
A bodiless affection
Every sweet follicle of your being
I absorb – inebriating.

 An elegant crux entanglement,
Of swollen fibres
The amiable death of emptiness,
Held deep,
a precious blood jewel.

I drink your words,
I capture every thought in your eyes with mine,
Longing for your body to swallow me whole,
To drown me in your milk-wine blood.

Light


The fall of night was endless
upon the cracked winter sea.
She had swallowed 
every star that ever was.
The rain began to roar -
tearing through the fibres
 of treasured wounds.

With hands peeled open,
cold blooded and gushing,
a diamond falls from the storm.
You are my light.


The Black Palisades


 

This flesh and bone asylum,
paralysing and hollow -
teeming with conjecture
upon cold, deaf ears.
Closed silver eyelids,
pupils gazed upon the walls 
of an odious skull.
The carvings upon the palisades
violently sombre.
Ardency in locked glass caskets,
the ripe buds of flowers laid to rest.
They rot and weep -
like a greiving young widows 
devoid black veins.














 

Bleached Orchids


 

Open your eyes to the fields of bleached orchids
unscented and caustic,
mauling the backs of your eye sockets
with an instinctive allure.

Beautiful, pounding misery.
reigning over the numbness of your overly-satisfied chest.
Unnerving… pour me another glass.

Pluck them from the wet earth.
Arrangements of poisoned memories,
inhale the most opulent and let it eat your heart
from the inside – deeper.

This oblique ardor; my blood,
my malignant cure.

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Image: Self Portrait, 2016. 

Hourglass


I'll spend forever searching for the perfect collection
of beautiful, fragrant words. 

Though I know no such sentiment may be worthy of it's purpose.
How can one contest such perfection?
Like a field of roses covered in frost
drowned in the sweet scent of it's own wretched truth.
I watch them in the hourglass
turning black with agony.






Studio Diary



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Details of a current commissioned work (in progress).
Epoxy resin, willow charcoal, acrylic aerosol paint, concrete. 

Attempting to merge sound and visual stimuli is something i’ve been wanting to experiment with for a long while. These materials are abrasive, rejecting and dominating, much like their auditory counterpart. More to be revealed soon.