It was fall. The students were back on Kirkwood bustling in and out of shops. Punks playing in the park. Street musicians hanging out at the steps. I walked to Dunkirk Square where there’s a series of stores. At the plaza stood an old beggar man. He had a gnarled hat, weather-worn face, crooked nose, a walking stick,black sunglasses. His arm reaching out. He wore a tan, long, trench-coat, and had a silver tin cup in one hand. He called for change. […]
I went on a drinking binge for you. Call this a hoax, Made it a joke, This ain’t no lie folks. Throw that on your lap and try to move with it, groove with it, And your coolie friends I’m not let in on, If I’d have stayed with them, they woulda been gone, Call that havin’ fun, just like the rest of them. Heard you said I’m selfish. You may be right, but I’m better than butter when it comes down […]
Dreaming about the past lives I’ve led- floating in memories, Boy and girl playing gin. reading shakespeare. Shadows of me throwing a beloved cup through a glass door that I had gathered thru the trash and laughing as the shards rained onto the floor for two days straight. Riding a big wheel on dad’s driveway at age 4.A dark trash filled room in which I wrote letters to my friends. Shaking powerful strong emotions continuing a story never told of a man […]
Oceans and tide in walking the thin line between sand and beach and melted glacier. listening to the roaring wind as all sorts of birds landing at the tide’s longshore current because the wind was too strong and their wings too weak… sand and water pelt my face and slows me to a calm walking pace. All this in two hours. The car meter was repeating that times up at the beach.
IF YOU COULD MAKE A PAINTING THAT JUST FLIES AWAY. MAKE A GIANT CONTEMPLATIVE BRUSHSTROKE FROM A BRUSH THAT IS FIVE FEET WIDE. WHEN A STROKE IS SMALL AND INTENSE GETS BIGGER. IT LOOKS AS IF SOMEONE IS PUSHING FROM BEHIND IT. ITS LIKE THE COLOR SCREAMS AT YOU HAS TURNED UP THE VOLUME. THAT IS A CRUCIAL MARK.
the coffee simmers.. my mind churns reflecting on my life’s past. rolling wheels. kitsch paintings. low fuel and self-esteem. wounded poet sits onstage only to embarrass himself with bad verses. ” I promised I promised to be with you forever.” “It was a one- way obligation.” Leaving him wounded. Sam loves sally sally loves steve steve loves cindy cindy LOVES HERSELF but ENJOYS the COMPANY. a Mother, past= go-go dancer, I smashed everything that you loved. I remember paranoid dreams of fanciful sex and stolen artwork from heroin […]
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Would it be easier to learn how to pick locks and crack safes, than to learn how to make music and create images?
We were thick as thieves. My friend believed that integrity was a dirty word and there was no such thing as an […]