Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Simply Saucer's "Baby Nova"


My cover art (image and type) for the new release of ancient work by Canada's proto-psych punks, Simply Saucer.


Sunday, June 1, 2014

believer


this enchanted evening
(or one very soon)
the beautiful millionaire lady
will steer a
sparkling
lake placid blue
1962
cadillac into the drive
knock on my door
asking for directions

i'll invite her
in
for coffee

we'll converse 
an hour or two

scintillating 

then she'll say
what on earth
are you 
(you fascinating man!)
doing here?

come with me
live with me
in the castle by the sea

(i will love her voice)

bring your cats
and your favorite guitar
(that candy cola one)
we'll return 
for the rest of your stuff

a fairy tale life
in the castle by the sea...

will this happen?

yes

i'm as certain of this
as
the sun rising 
in the morning

i have a deep abiding faith

i'm a believer

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

willows



moated castle
apricot and black 
on dusky silver moon

starlit picnic willows
weeping willows
seaside willows
windmill rows

rows and rows

her hands held
for a moment
a moment

a sea of tulips

willows
and tulips

silver sliver of
dissonance

a sea of tulips
vivid
ablaze w/a vengeance  

Monday, December 9, 2013

vinegar



drink
the vinegar
fortify your bones
your bones
make your bones
strong

your shadow strong
distinct so sharp
crisp
as snow

Monday, September 30, 2013

Chevron


Don't speak to me of violence.

Violence brisks your step, 
schools your thoughts,
is the beverage you raise.

(Violence is the beverage you raise.)

Violence is your roof, 
root and ledge, steam,
tide, cream in belly.

(Violence is the cream in your belly.)

Violence is your river.
From its bed, gaze at Crux, Scorpius,
agog at shiver gleam.

(Violence is your river.)

You walk in violence,
indigenous skulls crackle
under filigree boot, dangerous calendar.

(Don't speak to me of violence.)

Your violence a-flutter in futures,
doled in windowless dungeon,
bleaching, investing a bone sown.

It glistens.

It glistens.

It grows...

(Violence is your tender, your tone.)

Don't speak.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Helped




He helped himself
to cartons
of cigarettes.

He helped himself
He grabbed a file
The wall-to-wall
Blinds drawn, 
to bottles
of rye.

of photographs:
pictures of automobile 
wrecks
and airplane 
crashes.

owns a patina
of grime.

he's on his way
to fame.