Prayer
I cannot tell you
what it is to be human
I cannot show you
how to feel
Age is a wintry hell
Youth is a prison cell
I cannot help but
feel the end is looming
I do not think that
I can deal
The sun is much too hot
The moon is overwrought
2024
You, dead, abandon me living;
leave me behind never giving
up hope that the thing the sun's rays
seem to prove daily, daily, lays
waste to thoughts of a total end
of crooked path, straight shot, hot bend.
2016
The Big Little One
looms too large to be seen.
In his dreams,
he will swerve, will careen
down the mountainside
in the spring, in the snow,
happiness and pride
up on top, his feet down below.
2010
Your Problems: DELETE
Your Doubts: DELETE
Hesitations: DELETE
DELETE DELETE DELETE DELETE DELETE DELETE DELETE DELETE
2012
And he said
And I said
And
and
and
2013
Words you don't remember
cut like glass
wrap me in insult and
put me to bed
This is the country I said
I wouldn't visit again
Been here too often
Costs too much
The roads are treacherous
Churches offer no solace
The sun comes out for
two minutes a day
I think I'll take the next plane out
Turn my back on what we built
in the country of no sun
2014
Birds and bees are all high, unheard and unseen
Their dealer is the queen of nicotine
She rises quietly, spreads her hands like mace
Systemic poison, arsenic and lace
Neo, neo, nicotinoids. Neo, neo, nicotinoids.
I can't find my way home, said the bee to the bird
There was no reply, the statement unheard
We require our dirt to live lifelessly
We slaughter our kids, it's done knifelessly
Neo, neo, nicotinoids. Neo, neo, nicotinoids.
She goes about her work, is precise and thorough
Can't comprehend fear, can't understand sorrow
She's a hard worker, like those she destroys
She will go all the way to kill all girls and boys
No neo nicotinoids. No neo nicotinoids.
2014
I call you
from the land of no gadgets
No iphone no ipad no ipod no nothing
I call you
Listen for my brain waves
They travel silently
but fast
Here they come
Almost there
Now they're knocking at your mind's door
2012
I was born in
the Land of
Yearning.
I left Yearning
in Search of
You.
I returned to
Yearning:
Home.
2007
Let me sit in on your crazy world
where cows grow holes and
gunshots heal wounds
Where oceans aren't rising
There is no change in weather
What are you talking about
Man didn't come from monkey
Animals don't feel pain
Hell, I don't feel pain
I drink American beer
2013
This Fear Doll:
Rock this Fear to sleep.
Sing a Lullaby for this Fear.
Then, when Fear is asleep,
gently kill this Fear -
gently, gently.
2010
She loves old things.
Old houses, old tables, old drawings, old books.
Old trees, old cats and dogs, old people too.
The old know
we walk bridges across water
from one riverbank to the other.
Rive Jeune to
Rive Vieille
we throw stones, leaves, a flower
our hair, parts of fingernails into the water.
These sink, or float, will one day
become one.
All things old are loved by her
because Old knows Death
in Life is
ok.
2012
I'm not going to be afraid to change things
to paint like I draw
to draw like I build
I'm going to do what I want and not worry that all directions that are within me are too disparate
They are all me
I used to have no fear of this
Moving to New York changed all that
But I say screw the Art Market.
Like I have said before, I say it again with renewed vigor
Screw wagging tongues that don't see solid foundation underneath oddness or ugliness which they don't understand
They too readily see it in a more "academic" drawing of mine, for instance
Who cares about the huge family of forms that yes, comes from the same tree -
as long as the fruits that fall are all true.
2009
This theme of Self Protection,
of Vulnerability,
of Yearning
and Attack.
2010
Unseasonably,
unreasonably,
it is quite warm.
And might you be concerned,
the grey swan whispered,
for what will be?
In pockets all the
stars will rise
to smash down millennia later
Upon mourning heads
of state and heads
of empty soul.
2017
The Ants are Busy.
Eat chocolate;
handle bark.
Drink coffee;
walk barefoot on pine needles.
Beeswax floats out,
melts,
like your heart when your Little One
wakes from his morning nap,
crying, calling.
2010
The sky it threw me the shadow of a smile
and laughed and laughed in my ear
and I figured that this is the way I can go
and I could get out of here
2013
She said to herself -
I think this is gonna grow
I don't think, no -
I know
From the sea grows a pond
From the river grows a creek
The water finds its way
Baby bird finds Mama's beak
2013
Some things that my art is about -
Desire and Yearning;
Empathy;
Love and Hate;
Fear and Vulnerability;
Pain and Beauty;
Renewal;
Death;
Humankind, Other Animals, God and Nature;
The Individual versus the Whole;
Conscious and Sub-Conscious Thoughts;
Conscious and Sub-Conscious Feelings;
Mystery, Movement, Dance and Standstill.
Simultaneous Youth and Age.
Wisdom or the Pursuit of it:
The Radicality of that Pursuit of Wisdom.
On a more Quotidian Level:
Aiming to create something Irresistable.
2010
When I am old and
lose my marbles,
will you tweeze my
chin hairs, and put
color on my lips?
2016
Sunk
Faucet dripping, house on fire?
Do I smell a smell?
Is the situation dire?
Clunk
Stones falling
Children bawling, cats mauling
inside my insides
Pebbles, you know,
may glow in the moonlight
If it feels right, go for it
Even though ocean tides can
be heard far away
washing, washing
invisibly erasing the bay
2012
All is good in the realm of reason. Just split your mind in two, your heart in two, your body in two. Numb the halves that disturb you. Hell, split them in three, in four if you like, all is good, all is good. Numb the weaknesses, carress the clarities, control is good, feed your command center, starve your voices.
2012
I was standing in the shower
cupping water in my hand
thinking money -
"How am I gonna survive?"
When suddenly
while calculating finances, especially food
I caught myself
"Coffee and alcohol are the most important food -
coffee to wake up in the mornings and
alcohol to feel alive nights"
And I cried
1997