Deja vu – map of my heart

mapheart

In case I disappear this is a map of my heart,

(should you care that is to seek my whereabouts)

a patched up job, repeatedly reassembled,

it beats to the rhythm of a thousand suns,

stronger than a life is long.

Please do not fold, spindle or mutilate.

 

Notice how the blue of fallen sky becomes a sea

where angels and mermaids dance in arcs of light.

I rest on these beaches when I lose myself,

cool my body in the waves and drift away.

This is the path back home.

This is the country where I find myself again.

 

Map of My Heart. 23 x 17″ (varies). Acrylic on torn and glued papers, by clinock

poem by clinock

edited redux 2014

hot tub dance

hot tub

it was

a torrid tango,

intimate touches

in shimmering heat

and cold blue air.

hot tub detail 5

it was

a racing blood

fandango,

a simmering

amniotic rendezvous.

it was

a sizzling cauldron of

salty wet desire,

a full moon

roiling ocean rumba.

hot tub detail 1

it was all

raw lips and basted thighs,

tangled flesh falling apart,

restless limbs losing ground

immersed and drowning.

hot tub detail 7

hot tub detail 9

hot tub detail 10

it was lines forgotten,

identities scrambled

naked, masked, revealed,

dissolved, fragmented,

whole and healed.

hot tub detail 2

and it was hide and seek

and blind man’s bluff

and catch me if you can

with a stiff oar in a feral sea

dipping and thrusting

through oscillating fluids

in a wavering boat

floating, flooding, rising

bodies liquifying,

spurting like whales.

hot tub detail 3

it was a forming and melting,

a mute transfiguration

lost in translation and found

again under sultry layering

of transmogrified faces.

hot tub detail 4

it was always in flux

through shifting perspectives

of steam where nothing was ever

what it seemed

hot tub detail 8

in the hot tub dance.

drawing and poem by clinock

All credits and an admiring thank you to Steven @  http://poemimage.wordpress.com for the idea and inspiration for the design of this post. You are the Master my friend…

Broken

Broken. 18" x 22". graphite, conte & charcoal on paper. (Dwg #28)

broken in the rain,

repair is complicated

and plans misplaced.

 

all parts are fallen,

sanguine and separated,

vulnerable to rust.

 

solitary fragments

wait for the miracle

of reattachment.

 

magic craves time,

sacrifice and surrender

to reanimate

this static wreckage

that still pulsates with dreaming,

and magic must be fed.

 

drawing and poem by clinock.