SHAMAN IN THE STREETS
Explode in the head
Myth
Shaman in the streets
Wet cold city of ablazing fires
Dreams breaking into spouts and sparks,
Rattle the snake into giant writhe
Shatter the sky with breaking mirth
I am the Jaguar burning at stars
The cold, slow, strange moon meanders
Does she not wander, naked lady
Seeking lovers in clouds, and lines
Of phosphorescent grey, the storming break
Of eternity?
Poem By Tim Cloudsley
Painting “Shaman In The Streets” By Jim Wylie
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