eagles over the sound

a big one on the studio floor
home depot canvas
house paint, art paint, spray paint
unframed

Transfiguration series

now

Book of the Fallen Blood Moon

Chapter 7: Nobody’s business but mine

But really who cares of the man and his new order rot & metal deer, what of the girl, the girl
innocent and newly made from old things, like fresh water and wild crags floating away
floating on the green boat towards the ufo boy from the waking dream, the lift of star fire dark
in between the shadows, the shades, the broken ghost dogs and pits of men with teeth in gold
the cities of victorian tv towers standing on invisible clouds of white, & sickness hiding wings

From above they are scattered out like black ants moving in all directions, a living information
constantly decorating themselves, they are powerless and innocent liars, unaware of the worlds
drowned in burning up from the inside out, unawares of the abounding fullness within reach of
memories and baroque islands of autonomous freedom, blowing up with yards left of feral black
bad visions of fire burning on TV screens all night long, right down below that long grey day

How to get out, is there a way, the sun rose, the beach got hot, and he was buried still in the deep
how in the hell is it going you ask me over and over again mindlessly mimicking each other one
ominously, goddamn it, there is poison in our skin and water and breath now you grinning fools
his thoughts dissipated and the glare hurt his eyes and the seagulls circled  like vultures of bread
just another empty head looking out and waiting for something that never comes

Wait he was a dad used to make rock and roll paintings of of
so there was a girl in a green boat, right, where did she go and after the fire what does he do
and he hung them the paintings around the outside of the house for what, for what seemed like
abstract unintentionalities, as he called them smiling making fun of himself cause why not why
and he did his suffering in private to the amusement of his plants and made a dime have doubts

A mother, a daughter, a lover, a ghost of an old woman or all in all & what was this girl anyway
the day’s sharp light and the fall of the moon and the writing to loose to matter to anyone but me
I know she was there in the green water under and over and somewhere the rain was falling up
Somewhere in an alley I began somewhere on the dark side of this planet falling up &
bunches of black power cables wrapped and penetrated the moss and black puddles reflecting me

I am thick and somewhere the rain fell in a dying desert, tall buildings with their powers stripped
and she was them in their silent mud beds and she was there in the there that wasn’t
and the rain grey sky like a ceiling of safety from the outside world and the heat and the sun &
magical life sprang up from the dead dry tyranny and was not there but here with you and me
and it fell on the inside too, and was there in the before falling out of a black hole making space

Back into the white me and she was there in the falling into bed
keyboard and movies you watch trying to forget the sky and dying before she awoke
passing away to somewhere else, she was in the fall of the broken lovely exasperated moon

ugly on purpose

ghost fight

Amerifucked