Everywhere it smells like burning garbage and there are only fading memories of the once teeming human millions…
Are you still into painting? I thought you gave that up and got a real job…
I said no to giving my painting to the magazine and I had to call the police to get my paintings back from the restaurant.
... some guy brought flowers
instead of wine and when the girl
got all snotty about it…
Flowers in her hair flew as she ran
across my eyes.Radiating her colors to
the eyes of the forests and the wild.
Naked is her mind,virgin is her soul
which touches the soil, where t…
A motionless sky beacons to me
While streaming white stars say no.
So I will stay where I be, I’ll not disturb thee
For I really don’t want to go.
the father the son and the holy ghost
have always stood near and will guide
guide us the most
cast out your sins and
seek a fresh start
Elvis and Jimi and Ronnie Van Zandt were riding single file through the stirrup-high sagebrush. The high desert sun beat down on them like a hammer on an anvil.
Come in the spring
Where my love lies asleeping
Where the flowers are blooming
When the sky’s all aflame
Wait by the stream
Till the daytime is dying
For when she awakens
She’ll dance in…
There are some stars above the pines,
oscillating back and forth,
then, inexplicably, light shines
like an explosion in the north.
you’re "stuck in the middle*" with a bunch of people who "kinda like" your artwork…