Sunday, 23 January 2011

Born Trippy

Trippy wears a top hat.
Tips it, flippy, floppy,
slipping back and forth
on greasy hair.
There’s nothing else,
no clothes, no skin –
tissue torn and muscles thin,
entrails surge and splay as
Trippy plays his game
upon the noisy stage.
Tap-shoes stuck
on bleeding stumps,
a grim and lush parade.


  1. Love it, Lily. I always enjoy your gruesome characters :)

  2. Love the gay carnival feeling -- trippy indeed!

  3. Trippy indeed! An image I will never forget. Nice job, Lily!

  4. Thanks all.

    He's a stunner; you should see him wrapped around a pole.

  5. This is you playing notes in your forte, Lily- gleeful grotesquerie with a bizarro bent. Wonderfully trippy for sure.


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