in search of art

in search of art

A Poem by Tim Lion

in search of art

 

on the edge of a smeared universe,

where stars are Van Gough spasms

against a bruised plumb sky,

I stroke my rabid word kittens

with a headhunters axe,

lick sugar from a concrete slab,

challenge gods to strike me,

beg demons to kiss me,

and even set fire to my beard

in order to improve

my self portrait.

 

then,

I wonder and wonder

until my soul

bleeds blue fire

through red eyes.

 

still

nothing.

© 2012 Tim Lion


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Ya gotta quit playin' the video game gods of war..... lol.
I think I got a postcard from there once, my dog ate it. I might even say this is whimsical for you... an interesting look.
keep wondering, it's good for you, better than anything you can lick off a concrete slab.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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dream-like and surreal. the incongruity of images make for great poetry.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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OT
ah yes, the few of you here that keep dragging me back - "and even set fire to my beard
in order to improve
my self portrait.

then,
I wonder and wonder
until my soul
bleeds blue fire
through red eyes."

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Like Ocarina of Time, need more be said.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ya gotta quit playin' the video game gods of war..... lol.
I think I got a postcard from there once, my dog ate it. I might even say this is whimsical for you... an interesting look.
keep wondering, it's good for you, better than anything you can lick off a concrete slab.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

:) Good stuff bro.
It's a beautiful sickness!

Posted 12 Years Ago


inspiration is sure a fickle beast

i love the vision

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Tim Lion
Tim Lion

Lake Worth, FL



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Sometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..

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oh sorry, oh sorry,

A Poem by Tim Lion



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