Me soaking up the winter’s moon fully soooo ...
Beauty here in sharp gentle blanket of white on frozen almost dead-asleep limbs, like my flesh in the cold, telling,living,real, no buffers, just survival primal , pristine struggle to live, be and feel alive,nstrive, push on, live, survive ...
Contrasts of black acrylic on newspaper print, should have gone outside with my paint brush and bottle of acrylic paint and painted the snow! Will have to do that, happy new decade all! 1/30/2020
By the light of the full moon warm inside yet freezing outside
The magic of dark and being seen to yourself finally yes, but not seen to others, quite the scene!
My black acrylic paint on newspaper is quite stark as my poem : bare essentials like my poem below
Been Just Outside Freezing Yeah
My Balls Off Snow Packed Lick
Liquid White Wet COLD Bla Bla
B-Lasting White Eyes Lashing Co
Col Cold I Pack Them Tight I Be
Wadding Wet Melting Messing Whi
Why Wet Damp COLDING So
SCOLD-CALD-Ing Damping My
Balls Shrinking Penis Diminishing
No Match For Clumps I Balled
I Covered As I Sat 'N Gat Gath Ath
Ath Athered Mattered Splattered
Clumps Of White Snow Slushes To
Freeze- Frame-Cray-Crade-Ladle
2 Walnut Fleshed Balls Compacted
Retracted Reframed Resized Reprized
Precious Sacs Dried Froze No Time
Pre-Pro-Practice Abstinence Be Bare
Bared Barren Bartered Bunk Bunk
Basted In Cold White Liquid Snow
Once Was Now Frosted Flesh Free
Frozen Ass Frittle Frattle Flamed
My Flesh All Reddened Roasted
By Snow I'm I've Been So Blistered
Ironed Textured In Cold Of Steeled
Wintered Grayed Whited Out Washed!
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