A conceptual drawing emphasizes what we know

   about a coffee mug

A perceptual drawing records information directly

   from our observations

How many significant figures control cultural discourse

   not many

How many significant events in a lifetime

   wish any

My life has been one of trailing zeroes

This is a shout to all them dead heroes

You sit outside on your front porch, with nothing to do but look out on
The dream
Contemplations haunt these new, dusty streets
    intersecting in your mind are regrets not easily left behind
Loving the self inflicted pain produced inside
   Get up and leave that porch
   Make a left and walk until collapse
When will the music come back
A heart attack almost welcoming
A deer in the headlights
Swerve right
Durango has a high high
height

Grips me
Grabs me
Lusts me
Locks me a POP chorus run off rails
Unspecified Undesirable Unseen
But
Understood.
U-Turn leave the
Unholy
Otherworldly siege of temptations
Judas Iscariot ascending as Icarus
Only to realize inevitably dust settles

What becomes of one with a broken compass?
Who leads who in a world of acidreaming prophecies ?
An age of false promises and dot.com **** Bellaire
Ownership
My land of the free
Your home of the Brave
New World without bees

Sweat a skip in the record
Burn what you think you should do
Listen to the ghosts inside your head
Blur… just ******* blur EVERYTHING
Become anonymous
Become famous
Drop out
Knock out Lady Luck      AHHHH ****
Because it is importantly cool not togiveafuck


Lumpy lopsided souls stand in line
Don’t drug inject fluoride Put a plug in the self deprecating whines or get back in line with a gaze of blight
Beg for pearly whites
Everything conspicuous
Everyone a conspiracy
Eat WalledoffStreet as it crumbles
Cash in
Sell out
What?

Yourself.                                                                  (Ascend)

“Cultivate” your garden *******
Not you, Him. who? Johnny Flynn the Banjo God
I will tell you without being candid. You are Candide. And No one will give you what you need

Icy desolated deserted
Macdade Boulevards across lands of death
Induce a sigh of your own breath
Whispering
Eli Eli lama Sabachthani

In deduction
Of an ethnographic construction
I’ll stay in flux
From one State frustrating
Across the lines of another contemplating
The beautiful country Delco
Far! Far … ~away~ >forever inside

tiny dots on an endless timeline

tiny periods on the end of every thought

tiny shells on an endless beach

tiny ***** in the pants of poultry polititions

tiny whispers of love, hope, death, and desperation
{tiny track marks
tiny recoveries}
In this magnificently grand, large, endless, regenerating. Infinite. Universe.
Tiny specks of stars on an endless timeline

Hey!
Man.
Admire the demeanor in which she glances towards you.
Are you going to go in for the win?
Or just keep grinning with a mouth full.
Smiles smelling of slightly soured chagrin

Swim
Swimming
SWIM
swimming
swim

Away from the failure that is the past
Future flies at full mast

Sink
Sinking
SINK
sinking
sink

WHY keep thinking while the tide rises
amidst the neck
around the deck
Will the swell swallow the pride
will you ride on to a watery grave, Let's GO

    bravely see the hollow humblest life
leading to an unmarked burial at sea
Demons force a fold. Be real.
Allow the Angels to show you how to feel

Asia-Europe-America
All feels the same
Catch-22 the sad part of this game is you can change your name
But
Good luck out-running your brain

It’s funny how beautiful people look

While you’re walking out the door

Shuttering

Shaking

Lower your eyes to the floor

How do you feel when someone you love

Doesn’t come around anymore

This is imagery that is in no way imaginary

This is for Chester, crack crack city *****

I am the last of the house of Usher

Locked the body of my lover in the dungeon

I sit above her

As all crumbles about me I will stand tall

Will not fall

Take out your doll and pierce it with pins

With all I have seen I am immune to those sins

Let us all go out and binge

No sense living on the fringe

Get high, after all we all are waiting to die

We struggled simply to float towards the sky

See the souls

Drifting down the Valles Marineris

Past sparkling graves and horrific hieroglyphics

The planes of Sedonia

That face

Looking down at our suspended spinning blue crystal

Shouts a link through time between the eye of RA

Staring back out into that Martian space

Man’s roots are in the stars

Is what you get

London Bridges falling down
Lest We forget
September Eleventh
Brooklyn Bridges falling down
Always We remember
In dedicated horror
Pearl Harbor
San Francisco Bridges falling down
From the sinking of the Lusitania
To genocide in Albania
Burning bridges
Fall
ing
Dowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn  

Profoundly it dawns regardless of all that’s left behind. In my mind

All is fine

The artist evokes his tormented psyche

Through gestural abstraction
a systematic colorfield emerges
The blurring of dreamworld and reality

All pretensions dissolve
But…
Critics still criticize
Snobs still scoff
   the creative will still drink and drug themselves the death.

whichever way the wind blows
that’s where my dreams escape me

They transform to Queens of Hearts and Princesses of utter

Royal

Baroque

Beauty
Bygone
Be Gone
my heart must resist

I will not be controlled by the guild
Caravaggio kept painting until he got killed
Went insane like most artists
Couldn’t stop before he got his fill