New screenprint w/ text from my poetry
“Marilyn Manet”
By Me.
My chariots poem in it’s original form. I’ve been trying to incorporate my writing in my new art.
Poetry: Untitled
Satin sheets on a bridal bed,
Resting your weary head,
Send away your far away fatigue,
in golden chariots,
Race horses on a track galloping away with your blackened blues,
The fate you made a vow to choose,
The bridegroom refused to marry you, Mata Hari,
Dancing in gypsy circles with coin earrings,
That mark every quest for an elusive fairytale,
The deafening silence after a gunshot boom,
Filling your seductive chamber,
I will pick you up when you collapse and cry in a battlefield of dead horses,
and escort you to a chariot,
to gallop off to a brighter sun.
by Jennifer Quigley 2010
marilyn monroe w/ my poetry.
Marilyn monroe/Olympia photo manipulation w/ text from one of my poems.
Girl On The Verge..: All Souls Night Train
Like a speeding train with no destination,
I cannot breath,
I cannot pause,
Where did it specify that in the clause?,
Standing there at the station on a cold October night,
Where my optimistic moon has been obscured by the cruel mistress clouds,
The hurtful whore,
Tart with no heart,
My…
I wrote this tonight… on the train. And yes I’m aware All Souls Night is in November. It just made a better title.
(Source: la-madrina)
