Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

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tattoo tomb and gnash of empty teeth
machete moves
from life to death
domesticity blended in a blender with pinches of ripped up protruding spines dishevelled and split in
haemoglobin spit
simultaneously all of the time
crawling wombless into foetal conjectures of fingerless pointing
exfoliated like crying skin

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fingerless pointing...

movable sculpture
rakes the planet

an orbital warm hum
blankets old friends.

the skin cries that it's pointless....

The bombs were dropped , the hospital was hit , it was an accident, for me ,the poem tells the truth of our dark arts

the darkest art of all
may be enlightenment
or the arts themselves
the points may be a line
or simply a buckle in time...

salute.

Seems a buckle in time,
but it's hard to tell for sure..

oar a whole belt
through the
milky whey