"Wood"

Recently, Studio Visit Magazine picked this painting and one other, "Seaglass", to be in the next national publication and be sent to 3000 galleries. But it required 300$ bucks from me. Alas, poverty, my sweet dear heart, guided my fate once again. Oh , well. Maybe another day. (For sure another day.) But, of course, as soon as I decided "no", the truck broke, and then my favorite and very important drill broke! And I just happened to have the 300$ for repairs. Good thing I said "no" (I think).... So here is the painting they chose. Weird , huh? I thought you would be interested in seeing it.

Black metal feather

Ashes of the fallen judgement
twine the edge of broken glass
and feathers for the mourning water
and feathers for the mourning water

Who asks of the time and steel
city road unheeded, sprawl of the dead
Omens in bone and skin and steam
rising with the seagulls crying, crying

The curse of normalacy
changing with the cloud and storm
Grey and black water for the cold stone heart
Open wound in her eyes, blood for the screen

A voice in the sound and beat of nothing
Information waves me from tomorrows beating
Heart of time, the crest of fallen grasses
Tombs for her obedient posturing ego
Impressions for the stupid and vain concrete

Glances through blackened chain
and the judge apon your throne
This blue pearl never falls
on her road of empty watching thought

Above the open white sky
Forgotten kings and eyes of starlight
House of the ghost
Mother of milk and blood
Mother of milk and blood

wood

Diamond roads

Imagination is forever
she said
in a luminous body
unbounded by sight,sound or form
Mountain cliff and rocks
above the river
cradled the iron cave
Its from there she came
a fury broken by none
with silent wings of light
beating in the dust and fog
beating in the warmth of this white star
by amber yellow leaves
by a singing whistle of wind
she came
and like a fire over water
like the brittle crack of a stick
the rushing ancient animal
of old woman, of old river, of old dirt
groaned to be touched
to surround the one who loved her
to be it all
from the pale light
of her forever breath

and in the morning she was gone

In the end only a deep silence remained

My wife turned forty. We were all talking about where to go to celebrate. We decided on breakfast instead of dinner because we were beginning to experience a kid breakdown, being that it was getting toward bedtime. In the morning we all woke up and headed downtown early, being the first few people in our weird little breakfast restaurant that we like to affectionally refer to as "gay breakfast". We sat down and ordered coffee first thing. No one knew we were coming. We know none of the people that work there. She looked down at her coffee cup. It said, "40 and still sexy, happy birthday". At that exact moment was her 40th birthday, and yes, she is still sexy.......apparently, we live inside of a vast and bizarre mind and there is no such thing as coincidence.

Jagged page

feed the cats
buy the floor
weather stripping
finish the dead
break up the fight
threshhold

paint the ship of fools

I'll be singing when the deal goes down

Seaglass

light the wood on fire
paint the pot black
three fingered judge
won't take it back

lost in the good
of nails and glass
in ain't all dark
can't find a pass

kids a queen
of the broken hearts
life's the boat
of brand new starts

see me enter the waving grass seas
a diamond crushed in the flame of weeds

King

"King" (rewritten)

Verse Am/F/E/Am
Chorus E/Dm/Am/C/B7/Em

Poppycock and Balderdash
keeping me up at night
One hand in this world
and the other just ain't doing it right
Well I don't know why
i'm not standing here in love
My mind is a lovely blank
so i'll play it like i'm only here today

So call me the lost wind of brightness in the deep
and follow know one and nothing

I got swallowed up by a lonely empty sky
in a room where my feet don't pay no fines
Well I see nothing that ever really lasts
keeping me up half the night so sad
I got a new floor my feet don't touch the ground
she poured a glass of music I was lost now i'm found
Angels and demons
and the broken tree of blood
Dry as a bone
I just quake and speak in tongues

So call me the lost wind of brightness in the deep
and follow know one and nothing

In the western lands your pain is a jail door man
and there won't be any way out except right through it all again
I got swallowed up by god's endless sound
and there ain't nothing much on this hollowed ground
The winds of sadness and the sands of time
i'm standing here with my back to the wheel of life

So call me the lost wind of brightness in the deep
and follow your heart like it's king
So call me the lost wind of brightness in the deep
and follow your heart like it's king
So call me the lost wind of brightness in the deep
and follow your heart like it's king

In the center of the crack

Impetus crutch

Form the immortal immunity from mud and paint and wire
beware the seduction of idle chatter
and the killing of dreams severed from day
their and our causal profanity talks on a wave
in the heat of invisible misunderstandings
and the water births a rose
and the life takes a chance
and the mind thinks it knows
a goddamn

Its painted scarlet with a rain made of nails
and the neighbors god sharply cuts the stillness
I remember Rameses drove with the dead on high
and the western road town was penetrated
by dew and sunshine in the mornings
of anything is possible

long shallow river from the valley
the dragonflies dream of blood
and notice things you don't
his resignation
her addiction
the madness on the corner as she
picked her wings up
in the movie of her mind

seeds and flower's made of sun
painted gold and floating in my own bliss
my shoes turn into boats of reed and song
and the hills have eyes and tongues of flame

Queen Victoria was most likely
quite unhappy
and the Zulu whale lived with arrows
for two hundred thousand years
watermarks for fools and ice for the twit
the timebomb ticks for only me

So tattoo my face with the holy thorn
and etch her name in the street
god is flying on a crown of bears
and only the children can hear it's beat

The way I see it

In a dream