The Passion of Rock
The Passion of Rock She deflected my kisses Though they meant desperation, not love. Where shall I? To Cochise. There sacred smoke signals Dissipate until God. Give me a rock.
Take 4
Take 4 1. Something about the broom handle On which my hyper soul hangs Like a tattered coat The way Yeats said. 2. I saw you walk, chocolate in hand, And I told my core to stop soaring. We turned left off Wilson Boulevard Under a charmed sky not yet heaving the sun.…
A Look at Art
Take 2
Take 2 I turn to her again And compare her to nothing I am not William Shakespeare She drives a nice car Is shy— A shy one, turning So my synapses scream Shall I describe my pitter-patter heart? Shall I describe the dreams of my aspiring soul? It is December. One truck rolls east…
Love Song 12
Love Song 12 What can I do but aspire? Your love beyond a moat Me, a boy lost in a choir In a song in which I dote On you, I’m lost in tattered rhyme Something about my fate Beneath a moon yet in her prime Above your core, I wait
Single Car
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Window 12
Guy 9
punk-rock-balloon glove
punk-rock-balloon glove.
30 days of drawing: day 25 “candy cane”
good stuff!
2 women
cup 5
No. 2 Zonk
No. 2 Zonk Zonk 2 theme Bye-bye Knick knick go cheap blades Of razors not Good in front of cheap girls … and interviewers Take B Complex B-12 Sail on Heaven cloud on corner Sit Cochise Ram ram phone call credit card Euthanasia in nirvana around corner how They get number sin…
Not Not Mad Spy
Not Not Mad Spy No Spy boy Me Close but Schizophrenia got in way Sing I kill bad, bad Bandits No more Me be mad spy Compare to blank December