Dead beak...blood that simmers in the moonlight
Afraid of the shadow.
The choice between fat lips and tender hips
Alienation, don't even mention that
However, the solution is not too distant

Getting back to reality... what happened?
Our teeth began to bear discontent.
The Humble sweet aroma
Manifests into a cunning black snake.
Venom increased without even entering.
The electronic world stimulates
Assimilates caresses.
Oh mighty enigma!
Panhandlers prod with synaptic fury

What I would give to make you smile
and moan again.
The sheets are stiff, the bed curdled.
The morning dove lost momentum.
Time to check the list...
The blue print fades.
Coo Coo coo coo
The password is
********

Joan of Art

Lady K

VIRGIL

My vacant red heart
from a blue catastrophe
Your thoughts blow smoke
into my mind...
I was punched by a hard nosed shadow
I fall asleep on my trampoline bed.
Good night virgil, Good night virgil
Is all I said.

You can keep me in your saddle baby
You can keep me close at hand.

Good night virgil is all I said.

Joan of Art

 

JOAN OF ART (DEVANEY) is a poet, artist and performer in Cleveland, Ohio. She recently opened a gallery in Cleveland's Collinwood neighborhood, "True Art."