Tuesday, December 30, 2008

retreat / mixed media / wood board

there is nothing to lose
except life, which is lost
as it began-
everything is growing
take it all as it comes
if its painful,
bear the pain-
this is everything
until its lost,
when its gone
impossible to know,
this is beautiful
when you fail
the utmost
to learn from that,
bear it all
for that is life
whisper aloud
what you know
in the dark
and your heart & mind
will be clear and calm


Sunday, December 28, 2008

terrace / mixed media / canvas

Saturday, December 27, 2008

hear the plea
of time / 
keep on living,
that's the plea.

Monday, December 22, 2008

to the silence
cold in a sweat
up at 3
up at 4
up at 5
up at 6
passed out
at 6-
to tired
to affect
the phone, asleep
my affected head
where you smile
outside, & you
outside, & the luminant
hollow plea
of this,
now taken back
from the dream
to the silence
without affect
where is this place
but here
how much
the sweat leaves a blank
on my face
on my pillow
on my dreams
swallowed in
everything that was before-
it comes now
as the affect,
praying softly
under breath,
take me to when
you were biting my back.
ive opened up my own gallery in my house / i already have a lot hanging up and plenty of space to show paintings that are rolled up or in storage. people can make an appointment and stop on by. the site has a comprehensive list that i'll work on keeping updated detailing what is available. enjoy.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

casket / mixed media / paper

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Monday, December 15, 2008

clap hands / mixed media / paper

Sunday, December 14, 2008

A body hungry

clean & safe
can pass away,
in a riotous flare
burning piety.

there's no hand holding
here. cross the street,
with the sound /
of humming /
dangerous play
mass shivering

the river full of
ice & fear,
floating lazy
all the drowning swimmers
can't see / the beauty-

besotted by
clean & safe / things

all's quiet
in this tremor
coughing spit,
a body hungry-
for the real.
instead &
don't meal out.
drunk enough on
multi-course banquets
its only better
to An Australian 
revolt the songbird,
she's Stuck /
let her cry to the empty pool
her drowned lips /
in a red cup,

Thursday, December 11, 2008

interiors / mixed media / paper

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

sweater - k.i.a.
sake bottle - k.i.a.
cowboy killers - k.i.a.

the drug dealer was interrupting
my napkin art with bad proposals


van gogh

i'll find it all,
in valhalla
empty banana box
in the landscape
beside a cold chase tree
crumpled beaten
folded & stretched taught,
wordless-gratifying in
winter sun.

Monday, December 08, 2008

Saturday, December 06, 2008


thousands of oil paintings for sale:

water lilies
steam engines


Friday, December 05, 2008

an empty session of midnight
walking the alien world, symbols have become broken
the closing hour awakened by an endless closing hour
so thankful that i have gotten
back to the road, to the line, life a nice path.
each sigh
is a breath
decency measured only by the words and actions
broken chorus music, all the same, a tired
wobbling. prepare battlements and
luster. never feeling better
but agonized and passive
throw me into the wild water and let me swim.
i can.

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

what hour troubled by

the dream's demise

a desire broken

in shining fragments

of untold things,

born from what

dearth in an

aching heart,


by a black pool

watching snow-

A residue
of untold desire

running far
from A

Monday, December 01, 2008

walked home past all the houses and the dry leaves crunching underfoot, hearing the whiskey bottle jig. walked past an old car where inside kids were smoking marijuana hiding. i gave them a look that must have put terror in their bellies, i could imagine the nagging paranoia and the strange delusion of a dream that it may seem; 3 in the morning with nothing but the sound of wind and then all of a sudden hearing the madness pulling up the sidewalk, eyes all bright, the muffled sound of despair trying to escape from out of my chest, a world of noise descending from the pits of the dying night. i could already feel the air changing. i cannot remove their faces from my own, & i can only wonder if they feel the same. inside the house was quiet and removed from the world.

i made a sandwich, watched exactly 5 minutes of television constantly flipping through the channels and my dog underneath begging incessantly. sometimes i imagine his cries of pain as he fell from the stool, wriggling unable in the flash of an instant to jump as he used to. a dull pain sits in my head and will not go away. i pile the dishes and drink a glass of water as fast as i can. i want nothing. there is nothing in this world for me at this hour; i climb into bed and stare off towards tomorrow. i hate thinking about tomorrow. when i turn the light off i remark to myself that its better without the light. somehow everything has eased off, like going down a slide. maybe the dreams will be good. i know when i close my eyes that i won't remember the instant of conscious realization in its last breath, that thought however illuminating will cease to exist because i won't remember. sometimes i edge my mind at this point hovering for the epiphany and then when it comes i turn the light back on and scramble for some paper and a pen to write it down. the problem is that when you do this it fails to hold together as wonderfully as it did in your mind. so in writing it down it becomes the same exercise as living; never quite what you considered it to be in your mind. these fractured visions pollute the serenity of an ignorance. its not something to want, only an aspiration of a weary mind and body that simply want to exist without having to consider anything. let it be, & another sleep comes on, another move in my transport towards the end.