-*-Capped Flame-*-
Friday’s Matches by New Zealand artist – Paul Hutchinson
Capricious captioning:
Dark and suspect,
Like the Brothers Grimm
Although having never met
Two
True
Interwoven inter-stories of regret
Now fashioning new understanding
And tolerance for other
For forfeit
For patronisingly patriarchal
Him
Since I smother
Whim
I found
I am made brighter from your imagining
I rise; unbound
*
Paint to cover
Played pleasantries
Twisted by these
Overfed
Reserv’ed
Niceties
*
Reversed
By our travesties
That we pretend we’re not troubled
By
*
Bypass
Bye: last
Longing
So self-destructive
It’s sweet
Wrapped up in rapturously neat
Complaint
*
Paint to cover
My delight
Paint me out across the skies
Of night;
Your heart-stopping lullabies
Surprise
Me with their structure
So sweet
Wrapped up in rapturously neat
Complaint
*
A man who weaved into a physicality
A divine combination of madness and sanity
A delicate balance of the masterful masculine
And the freshness of femininity
He,
Who took that lint and splint and ran
A fine finger across my metaphorical torso:
In abandonment, the discovery of control
*
And this here now, my tale of woe
Is, somehow,
Driving to find a home and a hoe
That I might be able to return to plough
Fields
Of fertile dirt; trapped ‘neath fingernails
Suffering
Is, somehow,
Divining through
Wheat-lined trails
Of happiness
*
Forlorn in frames of woollen wiles
Still not sure if we’re more wise
Or wiley
Maybe just more ready
To be foolish
Kiss
Our sighs
As we’ve ushered in so many goodbyes
In the hope that our world might be repaired again
*
Love’s not lost, but rediscovered
In friends
