los lobos rococo
los lobos rococo
tidal to the moon
tidal to the moon
a heart that beats for love alone
a heart that beats for love alone
one number, added to another
one number, added to another
bones don't lie
bones don't lie
the never-ending prophecy
the never-ending prophecy
mechanical failure
mechanical failure
I dream of angels
I dream of angels
the oracle of pain
the oracle of pain
the oracle of pain
the oracle of pain
mobius
mobius
mobius
mobius
the watchers
the watchers
the tomb of Anubis
the tomb of Anubis
anchor
anchor
the circus of the walking dead
the circus of the walking dead
camera obscura
camera obscura
the paper mausoleum
the paper mausoleum
los lobos rococo
los lobos rococoJo Forrest, acrylic on canvas, 18 x 24". 2016. los lobos rococo #455 verse: 18Grey apparitions, contorted magicians,a mumble of words cast a spell,you brick yourself into a windowless towerin your own lurid version of hell.
tidal to the moon
tidal to the moonThe waiters brought them watermelonlaced with alcohol,the chances of them ever going homeare very small.
a heart that beats for love alone
a heart that beats for love aloneIt's not a star, it's not a fish,it's not the missing link,it's just the heart of love's salvation,vitrified in pink.
one number, added to another
one number, added to anotherYou cut your foot on broken glass,you smoked a cigarette,our lives would not be so entwinedif we had never met.
bones don't lie
bones don't lieBabe,we all have x-ray vision,andbonesdon'tlie.
the never-ending prophecy
the never-ending prophecyI dropped a pin and waited forthe echo of the sound,your milky bones abandonedon the unforgiving ground.
mechanical failure
mechanical failureDemonic possession turns toys into monsters,they smile and burst into flames,they're monomaniacal angels of vengeancewith long unpronounceable names.
I dream of angels
I dream of angelsI dream of angels,their wings broken,their halos gone,tearsdried on faces,too beautifulto look upon.
the oracle of pain
the oracle of painThe oracle said panicwas a lily dipped in gold,the tears of birds with crimson eyescondensing in the cold.
the oracle of pain
the oracle of painThe oracle said panicwas a lily dipped in gold,the tears of birds with crimson eyescondensing in the cold.
mobius
mobiusI drove through Kapuskasing,my virginity intact,the thin veneer of purity,ever so slightly cracked.
mobius
mobiusI drove through Kapuskasingin a diamond-studded bra,the devil gave me apples butthat's not against the law.
the watchers
the watchersGod loves a man with a handlebar mustache,the devil loves nothing but beer,you muddied the past with your vague accusations,but the future is perfectly clear.
the tomb of Anubis
the tomb of AnubisThe beach is deserted for miles and miles,the brides of desire are gone,they're swimming in pairs to the city of angels,looking for somewhere to spawn.
anchor
anchorShe moves like the world leans hard to the left,her bones tumble out of their grave,they dance with the devil on seven-inch heels,since this is how bad bones behave.
the circus of the walking dead
the circus of the walking deadThe psychopaths are in control,we follow them like sheep,but we have vengeance in our hearts,and promises to keep.
camera obscura
camera obscuraWhen you take a photographthe lens distorts the light,your eyes are red, your lips are blue,your naked skin is white.
the paper mausoleum
the paper mausoleum 'the paper mausoleum' #496 verse:3A china doll with missing eyeslay naked in a box,who am I to argue withthe gravity of clocks?Jo Forrest 2017.
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