PAINTBRUSH

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