I Undress Myself and Become Someone New. 2011
You were concerned about life after death.
You asked me “when we die, if we are only Atoms,
how will we know each other”?
We both answered at the same time.
We will be trees next to each other,
with our roots tangled.
When the moths left my body
I felt dizzy and suffered a scene of loss.
Which took time to get used to.
With them gone
I could not stand up.
Now I am searching for snow,
to fill me in and keep me upright.
Someday
When I drop from the sky
and become a puddle,
then, only to become one
with what was lost in the beginning.
There will be a pause
and in that pause
total silence.
Life unfolds under
the snowy plume of ice and wind.
Swirls of glass
wipe my soul clean.
I undress myself and become someone new.
This was not planned.
Sleep Comes Free, 2010
I am sleeping aboard this ship of a home.
New breath, new mind.
Love
Boating along choppy water,
white caps
Night again,
I lurk, while you sleep,
along with the caterpillar you keep.
The garden is 100 feet away from were my head lies.
What are the poppies doing tonight?
I have always found the artist to be
less interesting then the art.
Where We Come From.
Bit your tongue dear boy the
things you say last forever.
Whisper your secrets
in the side of a tree.
Lick thy bark and work the grubs
out with your tongue.
Speak to the Cardinal.
English Sparrows peck the heads of Martians.
They are such small villains who go unnoticed.
Sleep comes free a luxury
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The text pieces on this page will change from time-to- time, I use them in my books or indirectly in my art. Bad Lands Is an experiment using some of my “genre” videos I like to record in NYC. I added the voiceover as if it was what I was thinking while riding along on the train making observations of others.
Bad Lands, 2011
Childhood nights.
I’m not sure if my actions could say anything
more honest then yours did.
You were feeling so much pain,
we could not help.
You were on your own voyage.
You have a family now.
You have your own life now.
Are you happy?
Or are you just being an adult
with responsibilities.
Do you have any regrets?
Do you ever miss us?
Do you ever miss your
birth Mother or Father.
Do you think about this?
Or is it only me.
Do you remember when your friends
called
and threatened me.
Do you remember the wedding ring?
Lives in jeopardy for your recklessness.
Nights in the Bad Lands.
The Priest,
house lights in the distance.
Bad Lands for whom was crushed
by the car
rolling down
the Bad Lands
Downtown on the great planes.
Downtown on Saint Anthony Main.
Downtown at the Grain Exchange.
Downtown in an office.
Negotiating with the Bad Lands.
We cry for many
the moment we cut our ties.
So I cast spells,
tonight for you and for me.
Long and short.
Bring health, happiness, safety
and peace of mind tonight.
I am dreaming.
I am not dreaming.
I am writing in a dream.
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