not 7teen of them
seventeen of them.
Part pink and gold, yes
but seventeen of them.
I received an email on Thursday from an artist who requested his work to be featured on http://www.pinkybinks.com. Andreas, here you go! For the artist’s web page click here http://andreasnitschke.com/ If you have any art you would like to feature here, please email firstname.lastname@example.org. All submissions will be considered, and published if i like the content.
There she was on stage, way above my head,
The lower ground strooned with bodies studded with lights;
I sneak amongst them.
The flame haired siren approaches on her belly,
And with a marker she takes to my arms.
Drawings of a high kick in stockings,
Over the Hindi Swastika.
She spits mints into my open mouth,
As i wake up in a pool of moisture and sweaty shivers,
Followed by a turn and back into it.
Grids of flashing colour,
Pink on top of pastel blue squares that outline her frame,
Like a crime scene.
With blood running everywhere as she breaks into the classics.
Run the cursor over at several points top to toe. Make me jump.
Shot and created by Andrew Hardy.
My head leans to a secret thought
A meditation visa in Burma
Alien-esque with those ears,
Pink and the little wooden structure called home.
How i laugh.
If this is the end and that is the beginning,
Just how i imagined back then when i wanted to stay,