Frenzied orgiastic colours
Obliterating self
Losing reality
In a mass of coiled bodies
Shapeless formless helpless
Losing sanity
Organic movement
Just accept dotted fluidity
Intricate dirtied balletic
No end no beginning
Losing focus
Surrender to tangled sensation
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Saturday, 18 February 2012
On Yayoi Kusama's Infinity Nets
From the minute dark intense
To the frenzied open nets
More rhythmically enclosing
Yet opens thoughts and
Imagination breathes infinitely
With happy textures
A distant suedelike softness
Focusing inward, hungrily
Grasping. Determined. Obsessive.
To the frenzied open nets
More rhythmically enclosing
Yet opens thoughts and
Imagination breathes infinitely
With happy textures
A distant suedelike softness
Focusing inward, hungrily
Grasping. Determined. Obsessive.
Thursday, 16 February 2012
Panic Attack
When heavy air wears thin as
Tired patience. Breathless. Tight.
Once freely open friendly
Turns dense panic gasps:
Madly sucking down.
As an addict their empty bottle
One useless heaving pull at a time.
Constricted tortured capillaries
Cry out, 'give me oxygen!'
Release the inelastic of those bands
And cut free the plastic round my heart.
Tired patience. Breathless. Tight.
Once freely open friendly
Turns dense panic gasps:
Madly sucking down.
As an addict their empty bottle
One useless heaving pull at a time.
Constricted tortured capillaries
Cry out, 'give me oxygen!'
Release the inelastic of those bands
And cut free the plastic round my heart.
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