haphazard, half alive in the eye of a defunct storm. haphazard, only half cognizant on the rim of a long dead crater of fire, filth, pestilence and crime. crying, oh crying for the night, for the disparate few and far between dewy drops of starlit ecstasy to seep in mildew and rot in our weary bones. left instead unsated and sustained by the milky mist of a slivered moon only to slip mercifully into an inky black, and oh so slow and dreamless sleep. one bourne of midnight ravings, sunlit ramblings, endless pondering and forever ago now it seems, deep and profound wondering. towers of sound and sordid history rise up from the most ancient of ancient fertile, black rich soils, tilled seeded and tended by the toils of time. pools of liquid light gather eagerly at your feet, tendrils of green and all manner of sylvan finery stretch verdant garlands across your damged frame. the vines that once choked now silently exhale from a million timid maws the breath of life into once stale and frozen lungs. the age has passed. a haggard and grimy man hides his pallid face. deep sloping valleys and sharp canyons, the indelible mark, the calling card of time upon time upon time, make their way across his countenance in resolute and indefatigable terms. towards home and towards no where, in his wake, in the trail of his silent footfalls a last few grains of sand settle, lazy and grateful for rest.






























ae.

our mouths agape and hearts aflame
we shed our tired, worn and dirty skins
we knew no hint of shame

i showed you life, you gave me hope
we fled desperation, despair, dead souls and sin
we found together a whisper of youth again

you were blind to truth or perchance the lies
we turned inward, leaving our backs afraid and bare
we gave to fate our end and shut softly our watery eyes

together lost in cerulean abyss
i found light again rippling, drifting neath the waves
you clutched to the rock that once held firm and saved

deep run currents carried our tears away
to the place where all sorrows, all souls, sojourn for peace
where truth lies loving and deceit just may

our mouths agape and eyes afire
we die in future, we live in past
we sing solemn hymns over our funeral pyre











ae.

a work in progression





i kept the string from your letter tied loose round my heart/i stood trembling under shadow of fingers tips. giant hands in repose, splayed fat fingers in staid stasis and deep splendid slumber with nails buried below my feet, clutching at mother earths entrails for blood for warmth for comfort for the fucking sake of clutching clawing reaching back into the one the only the beginning The alpha The omega the no other/my ears throbbed. i felt the earth heave and knew it was not the wild free roaming untamed beat of my own heart that shook and shivered in the midst of your low setting sun but the ground i stood on that could not keep composure, could not stave off the cold death stare of truth/the unblinking eye that strips bare to bone without relent sucks marrow and dries the most virile the smartest the most cunning the shapeliest the best worst of us/none were spared as a great wrenching rending a fit of gnashing teeth and bleeding gums swollen tongues and sandpapered palettes screamed in ecstasy pain throes of little death big hate revenge bemused detatchment and spite at the cruelest of jokes/i held my stance died a thousand times over for reasons i did not could not would not and not need to know/i kept the string from my letter tied loose round your little pinkie/when you pointed to the sun i tugged your gaze gently to the moon when you stooped to taste the tides with your ageless fingers the rising star faded to naught and for that one moment point in time space the weight of these words and twitch at the corners of your cracked lips nestled peaceably not gently contentedly not willingly into the tiny space between

two

single

drops .

















ae.

an addendum to an earlier post...

a little birdy told me


listen here
listen close
from open heart
to willing host
take this seed
plant it deep
forever may
your soul it keep
do not fret
do not frown
never find yourself trod down
never prune the boughs
nor thin the green
though through the leaves
nay you be seen
allow these words
to grow while you sleep
...
self doubt and pity are
cheap cheap cheap




with chameleon's skins
and owls's eyes
she watches close
and with muffled cries
exposes truth
and buries lies
with no sweet beginning
no bitter end
no happy lives here to pretend
fie! the first
fie! the last
that blackened
that gorged
that heart with blood amassed
from a thousand lovers
of all who gave
without remorse
without repent
and no repast
every second
of every minute
of every hour
everlast

some works in progress. the former is an attempt to realize my characters and faces from my sketches and drawings in the world of color. the latter is obviously unequivocally nabokov.

the sun is shining and i am hoping for the best today.

at 1 in the a.m. got sucked into beyond thunderdome. forgot how bad ass the mad max flicks are. must do a triple feature soon.

i am afraid that i will be broke during my tenure in los angeles. thats okay though. the last time i was there i carried us through financially (devon and myself) so hopefully i will be taken care of.

toodle loo.

ae.

the other day whilst idly wasting away my precious time in a coffee house my little eyes rested upon just so happened to glance in the right direction to behold a gentleman making egress from the shop and as he passed me just before disappearing from sight round the corner i discovered his elbows, rather than being calloused, dry, or even wrinkled {which stands to reason for a man of his age, or at least the vague approximation thereof} instead were pink, rosy almost, and supple, and by all appearances {if viewed strictly out of context} were a dead ringer for a pair of soft inverted nipples. i was so intrigued, my curiosity so piqued i scrawled a sketch immediately while the sight was fresh in my mind.






sigh.








ae.

today sucks my ass

rain soggy damp socks dirty underwear and lots of dripping down my face

frantic painting but thank lord for old flat cardboard cheap 'canvas'

found a new artist i like. here

will post some stuff i did recently very soon to the tune of paints draws writes and whatnot.

























ae.