Thursday, November 4, 2010

A Poem and a Drawing: Cards and Conjuring Tricks

The stranger poses of Wonderlust
a moment of most simple substance
Lost in a predictable weep of ambitions
where a stumbling caterpillar
laughs at the pig walking on water

My Lover
Like millionaire medicine
her eyeballs keep me warm
She holds me like the sky holds the sun

(Feed your head…)
(…Feed your head)
With all the crumbs of a broken kiss that never happened.

The Poem went back and forth between Dods and myself.

All illustrations, paintings and poems (c) 2010 Bon Nielsen