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

searching for the roots
the fruits fall all around,
which came first?
the addict or the patient.
a doctors death sentence
a priests condemnation,
the hills are alive with the sound of simple minds
the toils of labor
reap what is sown
unmarked graves
unmask the corruption
coursing through the dead blood of masked politicians.
neurons firing and frying betwixt the temples
a static wave of indignity
just show me how to be free!
or pulsate with me toward distant nebulae
which came first?
mans fall, or mans salvation.
all transgressions will be remembered
all sin will be forgiven

falls through the open window

the wind funnels through

a wing cripples

pinch him between my fingers

let him blow back along the interstate

was he meant to die on my lap?

or did this car interior interrupt natural causes

my head is a cage

my mind is locked away

when will my soul blow through a window

to a welcoming lap.

A pale blue moon hovers over the rubble of a once great nation. Notions of deluded grandeur. In a vacant lot an old man gets his last fix. Amidst a wave of flesh between a pulsating rhythm a young boy gets his first taste. A road which winds is no path to follow. The road less traveled lies- a speck in the mind of a Peck. on. the. cheek.

druginduceddemntia

Do you know
where the wild things grow ?
In the unlit recesses of a tormented imagination,
a small girl holds a switchblade.
The bees have grown tired of their honeycomb.
The ants are abandoning their hill.
A shark swims slowly in,
blood drips out of the vein
How does it feel when your parents die ?
Similar to loosing the matching sock I have heard.

The Popes beady eyes burning in the mouth of a Leviathan
as
The blood pours from saints and sinners alike.
The stigmata chooses indiscriminately
like an addiction
to the false ecstasy
of religious experience.
Oh Saint Francis!
Where do the wild things grow ?
Oh Saint Anthony!
Help me find my mind?
Oh can anyone tell me?
What is this human race…
?

The suburban housewives are all prostitutes
Cuckoo CUCKOO cuckoo
Sings the cuckolded husband

Bury the demons in the backyard Jack
Decomposing rotting souls
Enriching the soil
Get rich without any toil.
Step
outside

A glance to the heavens
From the floors of our forest
Reveals many a distant star
Symbolizing neither near or far
This twinkling image destroys the ego
Although in this here woodland
Anything goes
We are the kings of our times, the last of our kings, and the future creators.

The truth only goes as far as the rocks thrown
So I asked the reapers which way to go.
Take a trip with me down memory lane.
My past has no real pain
HUmph - no thank you I would not like any fame
I really have nothing to gain but catharsis
So please don’t call me an artist.
Please call me the man who could not deal with beauty and treachery of life so he wrote after lusting for natures delights.

Oh young one so ablaze in thy passion
What is it you seek?
The air thin-connections
confuse-debate souls
Try and push through being true
Sounding the heaven on earth
I-we
open our flesh
exposing the wave we will name travel---->

When the night grows light we will see
what it is we call reflection.

Live in the magic
Breath it in, then out. For when fear arises and clouds,
corner us as doubt sailing above our gracious gazes,
we will have forever gained the truth to carry us

Forward!
Desire
as Fire
spout forth the flames of intuition

Captive of the city.
A walk between the drawing and the camera, a drawing and a camera.
Blindness is about understanding gesture.

Stereoscope Sound Scenes Systems

Blue lines form the links between
the black cats suggesting, what we know is that we do not.

Forget me the sweet song
rising from her ashtray
be gone hearts frayed afraid.

Coma Cluster
Coma Cluster
Coma CLUSTER
COMO cluster
CLuster cOma ClUsTeR CoMa

Soma simply trying to muster
Domino Christos no longer allow my suffer

ECCE ****
IN The GARDEN of ever EARTHLY delights

Strings
Filaments
Voids
Soap

bubbles filling a sink
slide through

Pop. Pop.

I float above stronger than a rock
my blue black burning body

love
emirates
emanating

Red-Shifted

For You

though dust clouds interfere

Should have stayed together when the walls were closing in and life had fleeting meaning. Climb up my jeans do not weep for the

L
o
s
t feeling.

The walls continue screaming,

un people

the brake still screeching.
the people, hearts still slowly beating

we keep on striking
on an empty book
no matches last match

The stammering  search for flame. Is freeing.

Fire

Painfully awoken, the
startling sorrowful tremor.
Young heart
Skipping
A
Beat.
Drain the ***** of its blood,
rinse
repeat.
Lather up covering yourself, head to
feet.
From you I fear retreat

Will you not? For me entreat,
stay awhile and please get comfortable for,
life is an ever
repeating
long song.
Our hearts deep wells,
and our souls are all up for sale

Don't give in no matter how
appetizing
the dark bids dark dark bids dark
bids
get

If one must be a slave to fate
let the gods hear cries of
destructive dissonant resistance.
No retreat
Revolt!
Leave demons behind an iron door
Deadbolt!
Leave destructions distractions
detractions
Confined!
Tied down on the ***** floor,
release and without defeat, nor, drowning
Tumult!

Oh young one so ablaze in thy passion

What is it you seek, the air thin and connections

confuse and debate souls

Try and push through

Sounding the Heaven we open our flesh

exposing the wave we will name travel

When the night grows light we will see

what it is we call reflection.

Live in the magic

Breath it in, then out. For when fear arises and clouds

corner us as doubt sailing above our gracious gazes

we will have forever gained the truth to carry us

Forward!

Desire

as Fire

spout forth the flames of intuition

Hop hopeless off the L
searching for hell
"works" "works"
"subs" "subs"
"Bars" "Bars"
"Xanny Bars"
The Avenue Chant
Howl the diseased infected addicted ****
The Avenue Chant
an open drug bazaar is a beautiful thing for one playing the beautiful *****
Requiem for a Nightmare

You ask what I need
knowing what I want
Hop down the corner
You know the best spot
they got the fire
I got a house to burn
You ask, can I get one?
I think in first person with a laugh
perhaps I would give you a leg for one
I see you could use it
We keep walking
you keep limp, limp, limping down....
Cambria
Crutches clacking off the littered decaying pavement
The boys are out in town (when aren't they)
the block is hot (as always)
I wait around the corner
You do my ***** business
Our ***** business
Everyones ***** business
You swing back, deed done, dirt in hand
awwww
yeahhhhh
the stamp is cobra
I remember this ****. mm.
this **** is good
The printed snake swims up and out
siphoned from a tiny
baby
blue
bag
cleansing all insecurities, all fear, all humanity.

We limp along
You tell me how you ended up on these streets
wife kicked you out, job fired you, veterans insurance cut you.
The American dream as it looks, on Kensington streets,
circa2013
etc. etc. etc

I feel bad, but, not really, emotional skeleton,
Numbed.

I leave you with some rocks, not much,
then go off kicking
rocks all the way Redrocks
H>O<W
long can I continue without being caught in crosstalk.

A skinny white privileged boy from the suburbs
seeing his future
trotting away before his eyes
The
everlasting
haunting
crouching
limping
creature of death
A
rotten
old one
legged
......junk
Y

Entertainment flows unbounded

Crippling. Infinite Jest fumbling for your attentive mind,

Resist or desist

Laugh and grow fat

Captivated by the ghosts and talking heads on the propaganda box.

Stay where you are, never leave

Bereave the tidings of madmen