Spreading Dresses Fleeced by shaven heads; beating drums, pumping hearts. Apart from chilled skin; frayed cloth flaps in the wind, Skinned alive like burning caverns: cracked open by the heat.
Trapped in Tins Skin flints the lot of them Too tight for their trousers Hows’ they got the nerve; or even deserve A listening post The most gifted whistle blower: who’d know her flashing teeth
Gripped in Seasons Picked in singing yellow; an outing to a window Seen now as a public relation guru Sat under a fee; questioning the latest target Set inside an answer: sheet twisted and tangled Burning up the budget
Picked up Presence Fly tip: stripped of personal possessions A median measured: just part of a whole A crescent moon, turning to an audience
Sprayed Intense Blown up balloons; open salutations; bending low in separate dreams Schemes on settees with warm squeezing hands Plans for further involvement; Frozen in pyjamas The ones with strings attached.
Approaching the headland Oil on canvas 20cm x 30cm PTL paintings
Balls Over Crystal gaze shattered with consequence Underneath a table A dog lies; telling stories Breaking templates with broken heels Fresh grown gowns smothering cream that the cat licked up