Halloween

The witches tune
sung to the moon.
dark skies
and goblins
coming soon.
bauhaus plays in
the background of the
room, its gloom
here in October
the perfect
place to be.

No October Needed / (you always run to sleep)

his footprint
across unlit
pavillions
distilled
to where
the air
is no longer needed
like a diamond
or the light
in a spark
dancing across
hot wires,
moons reflecting
on the surface
of an owl's eye
in the blink
of the flapping wing
the drop of a new tear
cleanse the wounds
and pains yet
to appear.

Johnny Ace

let me tell you
about johnny
and the starfuckers
and also-rans
and the ones who longed to
be longed after
who chased and scored
and vanished.
My indie film
casting couch whim
my partner edits films
for some famous editing guy
what do you mean
you've never heard of him?
cool kids, unspooling
in the modern age
from black to grey
minor threat
black flag new wave
every scene, every stare
every drug you ever heard
and a whole bunch more.
I've been in everything
you haven't seen.
my best moments in all
my films
never end up on the
screen, chopped
and floored
like some extra
longing to be
the backlot whore.
my life is art,
my films are free
would you buy my DVD?

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unfinished*

Love & Vampires

miracles
are the same color
as candy
as honey
as the color
of his hair
riding on handlebars
chewing bubblegum
your brother
never took
you here
over the hedge
beside the lake
two boys learned
to love mistakes
to know the
unknown sew
the undone
find a pathway
through the
darkness
of the maze
at long last
let the sadness
rest aloft
on the wingless
nameless fathomless
impossible breaths

he looks like a god just holding some flowers
the window is down
seasalted air and the
feeling of love overpowers
ancient Rome,
the armies of death
lingering from
the past
all die and vanish
like smoke
the yoke is lifted
drifting off
unhinged, emitting
two boys wonder
at a great distance
clocks and calendars
disappear and earth
lets loose its Van Ellen belt
like dry curls of wallpaper
falling to the floor
in an old rotting
carnal house
full of vampires
fed by your desire.

4th of July

the sky
off the port side
of this ship
is diamonds

cobalt blue
bleeds crimson red
into mandarin atmospheres
dithered up from
air into shades
of disappear.

workers, dreamers
sparkling and glittering
tethered like sailors
against 4th of July
fireworks going
off inside
your heart.

Yeah, baby....

State of the Nation

lying in state
desperate and tranquilized
less than human in your eyes
they must have cried a
thousand tears
rinsed like rainstorms
from porcelain to
an antiseptic notion

Rat Race (requiem for six new angels and the army of dead lovers)

dog running down the street
scared to death
running running running
trying to get away
or get to SOMEwhere
so he won't have to run
anymore
his feet are sore.
we've all seen it before
like scores upon score.

boy running down the street
scared to death
running
to get somewhere
safe
somewhere he won't
have to worry about running.
a place that heals
his sore heart
a place that safely says
express THIS part
of who you are.
we've seen it all
before, the last
hand silently turns
and closes the door...

old man running
down the street.
enclosed by steel boxes
first one with wheels
then one without.
no more voices
only faint traces
of faces within
memory's palace
running running
running to the void

I Remember Greene Street

a grain
of sand
through
glass
nick drake
sings
and hours
and chocolate
and strawberry
oceans wash
past.

the last
sunlapped petal
drapes intself
against fractal
abstract skies
waves lapse
as society castes
aside clawed lions
in english
countryside
past times.

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nobody sings
about jesus
being alone
no one ever
sings
about being stoned
on the phone
the calendar
keeps track of
dope and mechanical
memories
made of soap
no body loves you
no body sees
no one needs a reason
but your corruption
is just too extreme
in agony
I can see
what's up your sleeve
the dreams that
leak like water
from the bottom
of a sack.

I said I loved you
and it was true
only one man knows better
the man in the moon
we talk for hours babe
I meant no harm
Harms not very good.
nobody loves you like
me and the dogs.
No one sees your
soul in repose
and slowly
as the hours pour
like dry martinis
in spectral shakers
heading for the sea
no one will remember
how many you poured
for me

Happily lost in the middle of (Nowhere)

the residue
of a thousand
world war twos
compressed into
an afternoon.
Like early deaths
or less expressed regrets
everything seems
to come too soon.
the last beat of a breast
our chest at its fullest
why wait for
dismissal, life's
winter thistle
drawn across
the soles of
our feet
hit the road
like its on fire
see clear past
the befuddled
trees.


(talk, the mind expands, its not easy but was the inescapable lack of clarity in this world what I rebel against to begin with? How do you fight against things when the world says everything is wrong? I don't understand why things are confusing sometimes but I know that I breached the hardest barrier of all in life which is realize that everything I am, everything that I have, all the ability that I possess-that I am thankful for everything. Everything is transitory. There is as much life on the surface of a painting as there is on the floor of the ocean. mountains crumble and clocks run out of batteries. The world is FULL OF EVIL but I won't give up because I have seen blue skies. I still think we can ALL get there.

The suicides of gay children make me wanna holler. we send our children off to die. throw handfuls of daisies into the wind. escape. sleep. dreams. bob.

Allison Moyet Sings at Kirsty MacColl Tribute Concert

Oh my god I am sitting here in TEARS! TEARS!! And Alf looks amazing! I don't think I have ever seen her this thin in the 30+ years I have listened to her sing(Yaz,Fad Gadget or solo). Its clear she loves this song and Kirsty. I hope somewhere Kirsty is watching and listening and loving this as much as I am.

This Charming Man

This Charming Man - Morrissey/Marr

A punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet ?

When in this charming car
This charming man


Why pamper life's complexity
When the leather runs smooth
On the passenger seat ?


I would go out tonight
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said "It's gruesome that someone so handsome should care"


A jumped up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said "return the ring"
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things


I would go out tonight
But I haven't got a stitch to wear
This man said "It's gruesome that someone so handsome should care"
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, this charming man ...
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, this charming man ...


A jumped up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said "return the ring"
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things

Hope You Burn in Hell

Dharun Ravi and Molly Wei-what kind of sick fucking monsters are you? Who would do something like this for fun? for FUN? I hope someone ass-rapes the both of you in jail. And now some really wonderful gay person with a talent for music is dead. I hope you're fucking happy-fuck you! fuck you! fuck you! rot in hell!

Beautiful Creatures - Tweed

He looks very regal in his posture and I love the heroic pose I captured.

Yeah, its too hot to sleep. We're all up...roaming around the house looking worn out and overheated so I thought I'd do what I normally do when I need to do SOMETHING on autopilot and took pictures.

A Single Thought

standing overture
overnight sensation
plays can close in half a week
won't close down
on you.

<3

Alegory for Alex Grey

glass
shattering into
encased stone
far a field in flame
scattering like a shield
or a sea of stars
in a field of fire.

Time (redux)

Might and beautiful
he held out his hand
like Beauxillious griffins
stolen during Belgian wars
skipping through the
vast quarters
but like all grand
things, once removed
from use by age
or indifference
taken away from its
important place
even monuments
are just stone.
Over time everything
becomes something else
becomes another part of itself
or totally different.
the inference is to time
atoms never see
a clock ticking.

Bob Saves

no action
without consequences
no fairy tale theater
of the absurd
no white picket fences
you have to look hard
while choking on the
dust and the smoke
to see her...

daylight through
the bubbles
is amazing
but I'm crazy
making up trouble
trying to get to you.

swing your purse
or drive a hearse
the mirror will continue
to laugh.
you get old
lots of junk on account
pay for the past
with a dried up future
you have to sing in
the gale force winds
to see her...

I'm behind the waterfall
hiding in my cynics cloak
where its wet and cold
and I'm told
no one ever comes.
but you,
you part the skies
devastate the waves
don't believe in god
but Bob Saves.

Concept Sketches For The Other Place

Working on some larger ideas these days (can't fill up those big gallery walls with 11 x 17 images)and for that I sometimes do these rough outs to help keep the idea and eventual execution sharp in my mind. Lord knows there is a heap o'fuzziness in there!

Corrosive Agent / 73

another layer peels away
and I am me again.
which one this time
will I become
a shadow on the
mouth of the
fourth moon...

no...

Blues For The Divine Flesh (in 3 parts)

chasing sensation
the notion
of floating
across cities
escaping
what's left of
your imagination
suddenly
a bright light catches
your eye
and you're
hoping that this
flight gives you
the truth.

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castigating wretchedness
amongst scores
of butchers
hooks, crooked
in tandem with the
dreams of
the damned
sides of bacon and ham
and the last tiny voices
of an animal's
death rattle
and cry
the elixir against
the unknowable,
the toast to all
trapped animals
small pens
like us
trying to escape
but running in place
those forgotten faces
the final solution
of the master race.

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and its
transitory
50 is the
new forty
a shortage
of exploratory
courdoroy rivers
racing across
acres of tundra
wonderful mountains
caught up in wales
and the winds
of this beautiful
august.