a temporary hiatus (Dragon Renovation)

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It seems that everything

is trying to tell me

It’s renovation time again.

The dragon needs new clothes,

renewed ignition and a volcano full

of revivification.

The rat and lion share this

unholy

predicament.

 

It’s October. Renovation time again.

Changes wind in the air

with squirrels and drifting leaves

 

and winter winks

from shadowed corners

and misty horizons.

 

Changes arrive like a parade

of jesters and ghosts.

I must follow.

 

And so, my friends,

I leave you once more

for a temporary yet purposeful hiatus…

 

 

Until next time,

A la prochaine,

Hasta Luego,

Art Rat❤

art rat image with pa#10EDE

poem and photo by clinock

Harvest Moon

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She spells and conjures me

beyond resistance.

She strings and dances me

through frantic streets,

her hapless marionette,

clacking limbs

and wooden heart.

 

I am played and plucked

with ivory fingers

my strings vibrating

as she paints me

with this lunar grin,

new moon on her back

Cheshire feline fading.

 

It cannot last, this phantom face,

this bright madness.

She has me by the balls

and won’t let go.

She pulls me inside out

and whispers secrets

I don’t want to know.

 

Mistress, muse and madam,

Priestess and lover.

She commands me

and all my gestures.

Such brief moments

of elaborate ecstasy,

endlessly repeated,

is all i ask.

 

moon photo thanks to Google Images / poem by clinock

Full Moon in Leo

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Full moon in Leo,

your red dress ripped,

my arms and legs torn

by brambles,

ciphers of blood

writing our story.

 

Transmitting

another style of day

she floods our veins and

volcanic passages

erupt through forests

where we lie down.

 

Lunatics,

our bodies gone

we chase our breath,

defy gravity,

cross the Great Water

into the mystery.

 

We are lost

with the lost moths,

beating our wings

against reflections

in the window of the mirror

of the sun.

 

 Moon image courtesy of Google Images. / Poem by clinock.

Edited redux.

Deja vu – map of my heart

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In case I disappear this is a map of my heart,

(should you care that is to seek my whereabouts)

a patched up job, repeatedly reassembled,

it beats to the rhythm of a thousand suns,

stronger than a life is long.

Please do not fold, spindle or mutilate.

 

Notice how the blue of fallen sky becomes a sea

where angels and mermaids dance in arcs of light.

I rest on these beaches when I lose myself,

cool my body in the waves and drift away.

This is the path back home.

This is the country where I find myself again.

 

Map of My Heart. 23 x 17″ (varies). Acrylic on torn and glued papers, by clinock

poem by clinock

edited redux 2014

birthday goat man

birthday

this sweet birthday folderol

it’s about time

and cycles and noticing

the breath of summer again

 

it’s about time

and something round and moist

passes into nameless futures

all ribbons, candles and laughter

 

and then my painted self

echoing my birthing,

a goat man, full of wild asking

and impossible desires

 

and here again it’s about time,

every year a revolution, a girding of the loins,

another chance to make it real,

another stepping out on the road to nowhere

 

 

Painting and poem by clinock.

Birthday Goat Man. 14 x 11″. acrylic on canvas.

Pool Party

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at the hot pools

intimate liquids of passion

overflow reality

and ten beings

of indeterminate gender

race or species

gather together this night

to celebrate

an anniversary of light

a forgetting of time.

 

in slippery skins

strawberry champagne

laughter and flowers

they lantern the dark

with blushing desires

and cascading hearts

dance the wet dance

under summer stars

serenading the lovers

and the naked moon.

 

painting and poem by clinock.

 Pool Party: acrylic and mixed media on canvas. 30″ x 20″ (76.2 cm x 50.8 cm).

Redux, 2013.

SPEN mited

not you, again

not you again

moving too close

performing the old sashay

against my thighs?

 

tut tut my dear,

the king is getting

what he always wanted

and will sleep soon

 

inevitable and always

I’m compared

to his lovers:

“which one is she?”

 

will you never understand?

you are of my world,

Priestess of my people

and my sanctuary

 

SPEN mited. 16 x 12″. Acrylic and mixed media on panel.

painting and poem by clinock.