Posts Tagged ‘red’

Art by Aydan Lesinavicious

 

 

Blue and red darting like fireflies through the succulent eyes of hades into a central sexed ape-blend

Black outline charcoal coloured road-way riding out with one hand waving at the sky

Stripes cut a new day over the plastic scene with dreams of belonging in an oyster shell universe

Representing a place of rest or self-involvement inside quiet languorous relaxation

Where iteration and reiteration congeal into repetitive unconscious meditations

Towards the sky like missiles the tri-coloured chunks rise over the sycophantic city

Stripes pink oh purple v imploding in minds mouth like a chocolate, sunflower daydreams over an arcane confessions of love

V for victim or victory or virginity or velvet- four pronged sensational visitation

At rest and slowly radiating belonging like beer with mates at Sunday Sessions

Flesh awaiting sunshine glistening light confabulating coruscation with concentration

Sensation of triangles in intricate lounge room- they hurtle past at light speed

At rest like a sphinx transparent to gravity waves as they cross-fertilize through consciousness

Baby skin purity radiates earth-light day vibration caress and make joy of each movement

At rest like a stone Buddha covered with moss tufts

Being resplendent in personality yet enjoying being somnolent and exhibiting negative capability

Flowers of flesh tones with yellow winnowed straw marking shapes in a fluid field

Pink effusion eclipsing reason teasing out logic until we are immersed in a sea of green sentience

Perforated by green plant streams leading out into knots

Each individual a leafing stem of magical metaphors

Abstract red and white comet multiplied by desire and cutting through the universe like a sword

Red and white stripes towards the heavens angled sweetly in a holy garden

A fire place of purple light opens out into a comfortable room

White frenzy red frenzy pink frenzy infinity frenzy

Yellow splotch red wipes exploding fireworks

Thoughts of scraping and scratching

Red white and blue fireballs crashing through the ether

V for vim and vitality and vertigo as I look down from a high building

Obtuse splotching purple to pink to red haloes sweeping up sensibility

And I sit here being obvious

At rest like a leaf in a rain forest litter

 

 

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ginsberg

Hey Ginsberg
Imagine if you came to Perth Poetry Club
Would you eye the pretty boys?
Would you hit on SPM?
Give one of your prophetic gnostic readings
Play your harmonium for us and do Father Death and the Ballad of the Skeletons
Have a joint with the boys out the back of the Salvation Army building?
Great teacher, Boddhisatva, beat progenitor
Sometimes I think of you hanging out with Kerouac, Burroughs and Cassady
Digging sky-flecked psychosexual kicks
Drinking red wine and pretending to be a bum
When the world seemed like a wild trip of jazz-flavoured psychedelia
And you made it beautiful

 

 

jupiter

A moon among many
Rocky sphere rotating perfectly blanketed in space time
A part in a symphony of spheres singing the universe
Cold beyond cold and empty
Sparse atmosphere as fine as powder
Craters pock-mark and indelibly render the sphere imperfect
Blanketing piercing points of light – stars a scatter of light as many as grains of sand on a beach
Diamond pinpricks on the hide of night
So black endless abyss between the stars
Circling a gas giant, colourful banded in the sky – browns, yellows, reds

Swollen with swirling gases over a rocky core
Ringed with star-dust
Jupiter
Beware the red storming eye
Which watches malevolently
Rotation and orbit in perfect gravitational order
In the silence of space

river

The river crawls glacially
Glass reflections reiterating of surrounding bush
Eucalyptus trees lean over water
Glistening sunlight ripples
Cool depths calling out
A a barramundi flicks the surface and willow branches caress water
A Paperbark like an old man’s hand on the edge
Reflections of the burnt holes like evil empty eyes
A dragonfly buzzes an erratic line across the water, occasionally hovering
Occasionally a kookaburra celebrates the day with glorious cackles
Red dirt desert all around but here there is life
Life embracing life and surging through the pores of reality
Watch out for Crocs!