The Love of Rick McVie
Understand ...I huddle around the fire
that burns inside me all winter long
..no one will help me..it pisses me off
I believe love is dying...I love dying...all of that...
I have 4 images..4 by 4
those are the pictures..she is a person
Imagine a creature named Saphron
hear the primal click clack of her 6 inch heels
each step more crippling across
the thump of my heart.
Until I bend double in pain
Tie me to the bowsprit and cut out my heart.
for her eyes are too narrow
Whale fins..chipmunks even.
Most maudlin summer ever..
oars glowing in the night
A butterfly project..
Wings..wings of remembrance
moth addiction..steep..my ride...steep
consider Icarus..pasting ..sticking away at
those leaden wings
I’ve never been so brave.
I could take more chances...
I roll up again..I will smoke anything
birds of tar and a fucking feather
Thank you very much
my plumbs are still fine...
Femme Obtuse..the night of eleven stars..
she remains my own dangerous masterpiece..
my tremendous work of art
the notes in my heart ring it out...
listen ..this is my favourite song
I play it all day..rewind.. rewind..it fits.
her psycho selfie...her nymph soul sucker eels
....but typing my thoughts to her long carve
makes me very happy..
I love this person.
When you die...Rick McVie..when.....
She keeps whispering words to me..
Kristine Byrne Feb 2014