Always had an eye for it / We always had a shoe / Look what else he can do

 German shepherds, Music, sirens, earthquakes. *hidden clavicle 236*

(*interlude xymox / dead can dance / D Sylvian / wire / 45 grave / tuxedo moon ) (to edit)

Don't start me offfff / a man can take advantage of (forward card shark game "impenitri-able")

for beginning to and back again / don't start me / me / me / 

forgot to stop start stop start me for of of 

(cip[her)

little flowers bloom / Moon approaches. (don't start stop / feel this way)

(re/sponce)

look in the rearview mirror reflections

a million days a ray / a cup. a hundred cups of honey / the reflectionless faith erased

the face of ....in time we'll be together for rain storms

forgotten days to die (accomplices)

when did you become a cold split in two? (over the ridge / cold spells ahead / coastal washaway

scrub the back / fade to black / be together for a million days like every cell banging into get/run this black abyss while time throws itself into the pool

random notes / blanks / indecipherable memories

Masked gay bandits / Mixed pattern madness / swarthy 'fall-toned' incognito / sexy homemade bitches

The Movie At The Rest Of Time

Toxic,
Information,
infestation,
hateful fascination
lately, hazily and in your face-ly
media wash-overs
a million stories a minute
and I cannot swim well anymore;
drowning sometimes.
overwhelmed beyond a careless yawn.
indifference
then sleep.
(then kisses, then dreams, then hope without heartache for
a million daffodils waving like a chorus line)
everything joyful is ignored
everything changes too quickly to fall in love to deeply
to keep things close which
one can keep
that any fire might
render asunder
low grade chaos,
every star in the night sky
exposes by flame
the game changed
me, who I once knew
into something new
I cannot swim through
I sometimes miss The Who I thought I knew
(then there are things I know / my baby just cares for me /
each star in the sky dulls in comparison / to he)
sand, caving in from waves
which I understand overlap
birds flap over heads, things go white,

and for a minute I gaze as time passes
in the quiet/loud
in here.

I'm always in here.
everything seems to come back here.



























my thoughts, dark or light, to the same place.
circling and circling and circling
inside my anxiety
my trembling before
the cage bars
to a frozen bird.

Trying to find a way out of the art slump / I Still Exist / Re-Ignite!

I can still see.
everyone wants to jump on the bandwagon,
post on instagram,
twitter storm to social media-whore fame.
I tell myself one day
all the clouds will fall away
and the simple things,
the leaves that sway,
the drag of a pastel across paper
in a summer breeze
and the rustle of absent people
will be the only
thing that is heard.

'Play In The Clouds' (Spitfire Pathways), 2018, Mixed Media on Toned Paper

Father's Day 2016

'Father's Day', Digital Type, 2016

Looking Past Shadows

Here first in Color

Xmas is here! / Art is near! / Kitties are dear!

Ladders To The Sky

Alchemist Phone Call

everything I put into you
it takes away
all the pieces of stars
I crush into the sublime
it eats and never
turns its head
to belch
instead
you turn
your head from
television and
from newspapers without
news of the world, without
a debriefing on the ringing
of noise and how thick it all is with fear these blurry days

(phone rings)

"Hello, is the Doctor Home To BE Saved?"
"Don't know, there are dogs in armor behaving like
bumblebees and flying towards left of center."
"Should I call for help, In the outskirts?"

(the hourglass breaks, sand spills on the cold wooden floors)

The back ground is perfect
the spindle spins and
is empty as
the last stitch is crisped
and the story is
finished.

(wind blows in through the 'out' door)

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Too Risque For the Other Place

working title: Cherries Jubilee - Self Portrait Under Red Lights

Dark Stars Turn Into Light

All the dark matter of the universe is absorbed when it disintegrates, like a black hole sucks in matter, creating an equal strong 'positive' reaction elsewhere-somewhere else, unknown or unreachable-in the universe. One star has to die in order for a new star to live. All the matter we have it the same we started with-stretched out like ribbons over a vibrating sea of invisible wires.

By changing the path of this seed, I have changed the course of history. For a moment, time is in my hand. I look up, and hear the buzzing and humming of the soul's broadcasting.

Self Portrait 2011

Off Her Gaugin / Please Fuck Off And Die

Meet Susan Burns-yes, the woman who tried to tear Gaugin's 'Two Tahitian Women' right off the wall so she could destroy it because it showed homosexuality.

Of course the mental health advocates are coming to her defense saying she was off her meds and that she would not do this otherwise. But...How many times has she done this when 'going off her meds'? She has been arrested several times, and not for petty crimes. if two little girls were holding hands, would she hit them with a car because they were showing 'homosexual tendencies'? Like holding a bouquet of flowers and watermelon is some sort of sapphic rite of passage for lesbians everywhere?

Which begs the joke "How many lesbians does it take to make a tropical party?"

You know what? fuck her. Drugs don't make you a homophobe. Is there such a thing as reverse disinhibition? No, I don't despise her because she is mentally ill-not because she lost her job and life is hard-those are things that happen all the time to people both on and off medications of many types. If she loses her job/benefits its HER responsibility to MAKE SURE SHE FINDS A WAY to get more or get help another way-not the museum, or the general public's responsibility. There are any number of public health options and private options for getting medications that cost NO money. As someone who was taking these types of drugs, she was well aware what not taking them leads to-as her long criminal rap sheet can attest.

No, what actually bothers me is-even in her delusions she is still a homophobic bigot. Reality does not alter your values or their expression-please don't try and cover that by blaming her schizophrenia. it is not a get out of jail free card here. How long until she goes off and kills someone, even if she just perceives them to be "homosexual?" what if the painting was of two sisters? would she attack any painting that showed people of the same sex in the normal non-judeo-christian ethic clothing normal to their culture? even if they are not touching each other-simply in the same frame? C'mon, this is about being crazy-the meds here are NOT the problem - its the crazy white lady who won't take full enough responsibility for her mental health-full stop. Lets just hope she gets real help before she tries or is allowed to destroy anything-or anyONE-else.

We need to stop babying people forever and acknowledge that some people are just NOT going to do well in a normal society and DO something about it. better that than cycling these people endlessly through the mental health /criminal justice systems.

Self Portrait 1998

Self Portrait 1997

Self Portrait 1985

Self Portrait 1986

Self Portrait 1995

Self Portrait 1991

Jack Ruby's Lover