One minute left
To breathe
One stream trickling away from the desert.
One bird lands to sip
Delicately, as birds will
Beakful by beakful
The sweet cool water
Life giving, nourishing.
And then with ten powerful thrusts of his wings
He is again aloft
Looking for something
Only he knows.
One bird in the sky
One story
And not much at all to tell.
But to him
It is the only story that matters.
My sister-in-law asked me for a comic style portrait of her and my brother, which I was happy to attempt… well, it maxed out my skills, so I should be happy with the result. Hehe. In retrospect I think I tried TOO hard! I should have been looser about it. They both look happy, and that’s what’s most important. Any further comment I can make is just me telling my brain to shut up already. Shut shut up it’s fine shut up.
I am a sandy beach.
I am wetwater.
I am alive alive alive
And I don’t care who knows it.
I am flaming red hair and toothy grins and purring cats and silliness
I am a wonderful thing, a thing of veins and blood and bones and wild energy
I am eternal, agnostic, atheistic, apotheostic
Knuckling to the floor
Launching myself at the TV screen
An animal
Just an animal
I sing
High clear notes that pierce
Straight to the heart
Any listener might be deceived
Might think me a tremendous soul
Drawn in by my siren song
Silly fools
Cold crayfish and starfish and seahorses
Canned potatoes and processed cheese
Are not enough to feed a siren.
I need someone with meat and red living flesh
I need something that kicks.
I need you.
I can taste your skin
Sweet salt sweat
I can taste your fear
Like stainless steel
I can taste your groan
It ripples down my throat.
I Iive for this,
Your exquisite death.
It’s been a while since I’ve drawn something just for the hell of it. It’s also been a while since I used charcoal. Fun was had. Mess was made. Perfectionism writhed underfoot and tried to nip my ankle. It’s still being squashed there now. Shush, you. Imperfect art is interesting art.
Since my post today was lacking in depth, this means I get to reblog. Read it through if you want warm fuzzies.
