Fate Opens The Door
Poem and Art.
I hear it in the grocery store the dripping wet kidney with sardines in its mouth. Screams multiplying under the microscope and a nude photograph made of cheese. Round and round the carousel of mosquito bites, the turtles are crashing into windshields and barking at the rain. Every man holds a statue of salt in his breath and every woman cures the blind with a bright red fruit. The cardboard city crumbles as the mighty elephants make their way through the streets. Soaked in vinegar. Soaked in mud and wine. Soaked in the thunderstorm that roars and explodes in the nun’s groin. Smaller than the eye of a spider. Minuscule mouse hiding under the worn out bandage. It’s peaceful living in a grain of rice. It’s peaceful living in a tiny forest I found Jackson Pollock splashing paint on the wall I was crawling through. He said spirit is the process of turning filth into virtue. Only in the empty chair. Only in the final bottle of the burning house.



Wonderful imagery! I love the accompanying paintings!
A nun’s groin😂