The Edit/An Anatomy of Love

Compartmentalised 
Exponentially complexified 
Awarenesses of sensations

Dream within a dream
In between Queens
How many Queens? Thirteen

A certain curtain stone
Sharpnesses of edges 
And smoothnesses of rounds

Sacrifice
Keep my quiet
Father Being

I’ll steal your shoes, strip you of your Cool
Because, Basquiat, 
What have they done to you?

Hugs are surrender embraces
Care scent
Belvedere Village

Arranging objects, like nicotine and THC
And all these self-evidently beautiful, stand alone phrases
What to do with them?

Like the first two lines of every book:
Fetching, catching,
Embracing, anchoring.

Homewards: wine and cat
Three colours in a band:
Panoramic photograph portrait of the earth/sky line

Quiet Fire.
Analogue She
Heirlooms and keepsakes

Difficult may be
With werewolf vibes
Coursing through me

Presenting: The Oh My Goodness Me’s, followed by La Présence
And supported by Soliciting On Saturdays
Opening with a debut performance by RATS!

A knot
A tangle of blood and hair
It is entirely possible to overWOW someone.

Remarkably resilient
Thresholds reached
Limits sensed, seen and respected.

Weaving webs of word spin threads
Nervous, twitchy, insecure, anxious.
All these convenient marriages

Meaning making machines
Arbitrary, assumed,
Yet not necessarily natural

Parallels and paradoxes
Nebulous and unnecessary
Skeptically confident

The quiet, slinking shadows of Death, Laughter,
And Good Graces.
I know sad, and this is not it

Brood of Night:
Love and Death 
Are Brothers

Wood smoke
Rose oil and whiskey
Anointments for the Dead

The private lives of God
Flowers and their meanings
Endless blessings, feathers and synchronicities

After all, 
Some of the kindest people I’ve ever met
Are Germans and Americans

The message 
Of Magic
That comes when one chooses Life

The Love accessed
When one reaches out into it, not knowing 
What it even looks like nor where it can be found

But knows beyond doubt
It’s probably there
In that place that scares the most

The ice cream
One went to buy
When these emotions arrived

My old stories and beliefs 
Are like homeless orphans
Just in need of love

Black cat Blessing.
My Playlists have survived
The lovers who inspired them.

Quest Ions for the Image Nation:
One piece of the puzzle at a time.
And some of the old Poems are irrelevant now.

I have nothing but a Map of Pain
A Recipe for Kindness
And an Anatomy of Love.

The perfect Thank You speech
Big bright, brave Moon
Words to describe things that are super massive, giant, gargantuan

I expect I will arrive 
At the end of my life
Not having figured out all of the mysteries

Love is in the water.
And don’t offer a hug
If you don’t have one to give