saturday morning dud

 hello pool float,

I see you again

We return, when it gets warm. 

Loafing in the sun, on ripply water,

clear and calm 

out from darkness

a season new 

summer has come.

wine o' california

 i know where im going

to wine o california

Waves of wrath

concentrated syrup from citrus fame

Coastal tours and hangover mornings

Smooth grapes 

Rule following emissions standards

somehow crusin in bad traffic

Riots. Crushed ice, melon, burritos.

Beach access granted

For all, yeah.

And when the sun rises over the coast

Empties silent bout to roast 6 cents dayze 

On the beach,

Wonder whose forgotten blanket lies

There in the sand.

Hear the guy next to me say,

Babe, check out this place here

Only 7.8 mil.

In wino california

Home of farmland

Amusement parks

Cheeseburger

101

The future, freedom, babes, new begin ings

Taste it all. 

jingle jangle

 thousand, island, dressing,

(thou san D. isle dressin'.) Umph. 

Ooooo. Got some mayo iy tang Oh Oh!

like some distant vacation (sing vacation 

higher again), 

on a yacht,

along the sea. Northward coastal excursions

on my salads and meat! Yeaaaahhh, yeaaaahhh.

dont forget about that catalina genie,

trying to impersonate me, ahah.

just remember pickles

are key to longevitity. (Whisper): 'livin good'.

As many times as you want.

 

 

the way of the mosquito

 -barely anything, mans mortal enemy-

 first, disassociate

from everything,

 you want,

move as a shimmer, lazily,

toward, 

an eventual target, of choice;

But like look at a painting,

read a book, on the way...

kill some time, maybe do shopping, talking,

socialize, dont be obvious,,,

know that it can wait.

eventually youll get there

eventually the prize,

itll happen, itll do, promise you

land unnoticiable,

extend the probe &

numb the goal so silently, so true,

take the prize, the shining purse,

see, now you made it,

just had to pretend not to. 

lost taught nursery

 words are portals

to the

mind. these are reality makers,

Words. Go without your words, daring

 to leave language behind. Find yourself then

all alone, quiet,  not quite dark; but, but,

absent would be the letter treasure troves 

EMPTY TREASURE CHESTS 

symbols & without a pendantic jibe, or joke

About my lesson(s), you chose wordless...

how can you respond? 

italics waiting for response. 

For sure, there are more than words,

For sure: acts and looks and motioning

about. But all art is words, words just messages and notes. (Music is words and so and so)

The sixteenth chapel, your

wedding vows, were words, the words

at any funeral about the deceased,

and words never forgotten, permanent,... 

---- 

 But elevated does language rise,

primitive forms to daring dreams be true.

Through a portal a journey made, connections

harnessed by the word system. System.

Communities, histories, stories, all the ancient

trappings of, past present future had have has

fossilized language in some way.

Words make transfered memory,

dont they? Can you even whisper me a retort?

(lacking...) ,

Do you weep when you 

are not heard? 

In grace, granted by extolling, by knowing from learning, good

we are given words, taught them 

state by state, sounded meaning ,

And all their forms. Free.

When words are real then we see,

the world we have made. and

a sense shared commit of always

taking action ca n

communicate, now love can 

breathe born. via what we speak; You read some 

important note, and, and, and 

Are you loved without some word of it?

did it happen? 

Does it matter if its never heard or read.

Likely truth is truth, little matter,

but again i tremble to think of

only the beginning,

only an beginning, and theres no

sharing in the moment.

trembled, throw me a warm word blanket. 

Epilogue: 

I knew a silent star,

rotating galaxy cold

surrounded by the yap.

combined interstellar mix.  

 

learning forgiveness

 a broken wall

on a corner lot

the busy stop, of a four way war,

all kind of warriors, mostly weary

on their way to and from work.

sometimes kids,

sometimes dogs, cats and grackles, elderly, transients, vagabonds,

tourists, exercisers, walkers, hawkers, hecklers, haters, racers, drifters, pranksters, admirers, friends, family, all the rest, and 

simply time. The wall all messed up.

As i mend, as i make, as i wait, for it to be done.

The wreck unfolds, time evolves, the sun

goes up and down. All those affected notice

the slow changes. 

The process, the healing, fixing, and leaving some kind of a scar.

No more broken, not anymore the same,

Bear witness

Bear witness

The new,  from the old.  

i find myself at the end of a long journey

 Age of Gold on Avant Wings
The Former Door
Seeking Sun
Luminous Atmosphere
earth and Heaven
submissive wills
Living lights
forbidden fronts
inspired dreams, throughout eternity
a final summon heralding to come.
voices following what they see.

 

seeking sun / oil / canvas / 27.5 x 24.5 inches / $500.00