Of Traffic and Waves

Today
I step in front of traffic.

But Car Crash blooms into 
Crashing waves,
Washing me in petals and starlight.
My daily calamity of grace.

A dangerous place trod
Made sensual and holy,
Like a dancing drunk World,
Alive and innocent.

Murdered by Life
No longer.

 

  
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
           
       
   

 

 

 

        
 

                                                                                          
     aaron jell
     artistdesignerwriterperformerteacher 
 


 

  

introduction
   

painting thinking like blood in gutters,
fragrant rumour
spread like butter,
magnetic fact, seductive fantasy.
squint or be blinded

by life laid bare.

i perform my poetry at many different types of events - from poetry nights to performance art pieces - locally and nationally.

check out some of my favourite local events...

www.petersfieldwriteangle.co.uk
 www.tongues-and-grooves.org.uk


(c) aaron peter jell, 2009.