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PAINTBRUSH 

Fingertips the bristles of a 
pagan paintbrush 
painting a Tree of Life
on pacified cheekbones 
instead of in liver
from whence it sprung
now it burns to feed
HeartSpace with witty
wood for Eternal Fire

From cheekbones
it slid to jugular vein
which throbbed like
scintillating sciatica 
all jumbled chaotic 
timelines tangled in
spherical space sheets 
birthing speculum 
stars self surrendered 

Paintbrush descended
into nipples radiating 
a rosy rendezvous 
renegotiating egoic
histories of blue blood
turned toxic
You chomped celery 
drinking cappuccino 

Bristles bogeyed across 
into Fire of Heart
burning bubbling bobbing 
eternally steady eyeing
pilgrimaged paintbrush 
fire fidgeted fragrant
Would paintbrush make 
crescented charcoal 
find flotsam and jetsam 
or create a hologram 
crescendoed ?

As paintbrush midair 
poised, binscratchers
marvelled at lucky loops 
a dead man’s favourite 
screwdriver, his frayed
fez, broken sunglasses 
rumbled jumbled rippled
Levi’s for last laughter
two sunflower seeded
bread slices buttered 
his face monk moon

An arena your Fire of 
Heart theatre 
binscrachers backdrop
sighing sky as brush
lifted gold leaf gauze
for what remains
paintbrush caressed 
soft songs its dew 
dripping into spleen
drops of chrysalis 
sunshine somber 

A madwoman masticating
masthead from marrow
with brushstrokes through 
midriff into mons pubis
chastising chanting men 
in black seeking a point 
of consecrated connection 
to furl frayed ends of
scalar screaming spikes 
Earth to Heaven or 
Earth-Heaven to
nothingness 

Into kidneys brush
dipped cascading holy
waters chivalric chimes
frizzled falls to quench 
Tree of Life
shaving splinters to feed
sparse simple innocent 
pale palette pandering 

Exquisite harmonic harness 
my brush fingertips
no longer bristles 
paint strokes become
elegantly static still
cappuccino cold black
ink on white-dry bones
spluttering spookily 
spread across spell
bound body 
tapestry trials tipsy 
hill-curve mossy glutted 
embankment engulfed
evanescently

No more grasping here 
there come hither 
confidently equatored  
equalising 
it is now chorally
poignant composing 
silver nectar naked 
strands harmonising 
exalted emptiness
sticky sweet savour
pink per diem 

As Thoth nods
assent I completed 
a painted orchestra 
Tree of Life in  
blossomed beauty 



©GhairoDanielsPoetry 
&Song2025
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