revisiting corner joints with black kaffee |
insufficient funds,.in the backlogged sidestreetsskippin' stones down those long winding alleysonward the legs walk,pants scuffing at the chipped backheelspinstripe and cigarette burn ,a miniature mar... Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 14:31:00 GMT |
Carnival callings |
there was a ragtag band following behind usall dressed in chalk smeared black and red diamonds,blues smudged as the night pastel over sharpened cobblesin silence and in musick,tophats tilted and patch... Posted by on Tue, 22 Jul 2008 14:15:00 GMT |
New art up, despite the elusiveness of real website |
Despite the lack at present of any trace of whatever website i am told i need, I do the best that within my semicomputerliterate skills, and put some of my works up on flickr [ www.flickr.com/artfuldo... Posted by on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 18:12:00 GMT |
The room of mis,guided instruments |
tiptaptiptapscratchwith slithering scrapingthere stole forward rusting metalarms and legs in the shapes of bladeswires running,runningfrom cranium to poorly welded tailsthroughout bolted torso,in samp... Posted by on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 17:38:00 GMT |
Dear moonlight sonata |
when the sky clouds over,you bow your headthe onslaught of rain and grains of sandscraps of initiative to step upor step backcurling and uncurling within your snailshellwaving out the lines of notes o... Posted by on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 17:30:00 GMT |
silent dreams crumble like cigar ash,. |
silent dreams crumble like cigar ash,twas a calming alternative...with a smear of watercolor,the greens and blues did smilecreeping over the scenariowith a more indepth plan than previously given.mood... Posted by on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 04:33:00 GMT |
sinking ships... |
when its all a ragin' like thismy mind has a hard time keepin' still..and when the tilt goes beyond the hatthe seams begin to come undonelike dirty shoelaces,.and the language barriersbetween certain ... Posted by on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 21:43:00 GMT |
the end of the world.a very silly thing indeed. |
vibrant,the end of the world stood giggling ever so slightly,hiding its shy eyes with little fingersand gazing about as a child might/.it was ten to six,and the sun had bearly begun to risebut you kno... Posted by on Sun, 14 Jan 2007 22:27:00 GMT |
as crude as watercolor uncontrolled[is it ever?] |
it went all strangely..making wishespeel off at the corners of her mouth like gold leafso delicately..torn up in anguish,or scattered like liesthe dovetailedjoints were twisting earslike nothing else/... Posted by on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 17:32:00 GMT |
kriss.krossin' |
it all started,.with a slo.o.o.w crawl
as the bass slowly nudged the ears
spillin' coffee in the collars
of the mystery men,.sunglasses on
even at night[just like that song said]
creeping down snowcla... Posted by on Sat, 25 Nov 2006 20:27:00 GMT |