What my paintings know
My cosmology according to my paintings: In my paintings there are always angels, animals trees and cities.Usually the animals are most aware of the angels, aside from a few kids.All the planes or dimensions are occurring at once, but few can see them all.But there is always one top hatted character walking a tight rope […]
My cosmology as revealed in my paintings to me
My cosmology (to be sung with accompaniment-spoken word)lA man on a prayer tight ropeWalking through a sky made of musical notesAscending towards a Sun with people as its rays-all wearing hatsAnd no sunglasses. The earth and SunSharing colors but the Sun is the source of color for the otherCities and seas belowCreatures with eyes looking […]
Therapy
Where I do therapy? I do therapy in my carUnder bridgesOn airplanesWith strangersWho become friends.I do therapy with billboards at night that suddenly are alightAnd with smoke stackes from factories up and downThe east coast.I do therapy with priest and homeless and The Holy Ghost.I even do therapy in my sleep. My dreamsAre an unseen […]
That deer knew last night
That deer knew it last night Tender things are caught upIn the middleGas and fire, andA fallen martini glass from outside awakes us. One or twoFrom a party which passed earlier.Turbulences unseen, windows rattle as planes pass overAngels soar through polluted skies as flames do-obedient to their nature.But with their headphones on this time, listeningOnly […]
a dream
I had my cereal with raisinsAnd bananas before bedSo I woke up not hungryFor anything but the poetryOf last night’s dreams.Last night, I climbed a green wet hillTo meet someone.On the way I walked through a cemetery with old open mosaleumsWith sheep sleepingIn their crypts.I lye down on oneAnd fell asleepThinking how relaxed they rest.In […]
on knowing too much
On knowing too much about others-He loves Russian historyAnd has visited all the ww2 sites.She nearly died last yearBut has finally given herselfPermission to be an artistShe had to hold her familyTogether and then gave up.She a single mom is angry at all menBut her son.He is a cartographerWho dreams of mappingThe whole universe one […]
How to write a poem
Listen in love to everything for foreverAnd take detailed notes and snap shotsOf what occurs, whileYou do.
How to write a poem?
Listen in love to everything for foreverAnd take detailed notes and snap shotsOf what occurs, whileYou do.
On doing nothing
It looks like I’mDoing nothingThe monk said.I wish I really was.
Much more to say…
We allHaveMuch deeperThings to sayTo one anotherThan can be spokenToday; still we pronounceWhat can be saidBetween us,Until the wholeSentence isEventually formed by faithIn that spaceOf attemptedSilenceWhich hourlyPasses betweenUs.