Fearless of staring eyes
As rake her back, to then ignore,
For every stroke a conscious move,
Out of tune to the soundtrack’s turn.
Turnout upon the painted board.
Without boredom, eyes are stolen,
Fixed in place by wonder –
Full of figure, a man is born.
Borne first in colour, detail transformed.
Emotion, tears of paint in motion,
Drawn by classic melodies
That emote devotion.
Impromptu waltz upon the brick.
Future’s glue will stick
These designs, then blend
With knives & times
Of written words, arrayed.
Writ inside a lizard’s skull
With golden magnetic,
High trumpets majestic.
To herald the birth of euphoric zines
These, the lines, are mixed between.
The soul side chorus track,
Betwixt the gullet
When the dreamer yawns,
In stone, on canvas,
Beneath the light.
Stand back for the dingoes, those ochre dogs
Of communal thought that think and run,
Through the city the descendants wrought.
Think, for this is what the imaginarium brought.