Being an artist means ceasing to take seriously that very serious person we are when we are not an artist. Jose Ortega y Gasset





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05 July 2012

How long has it been?

im ok. im better. im going to be here. im here now. i matter somewhere. sleep isnt coming unless. my consciousness is at capacity. to be unnecessary, unbelievable. luck complies with demand. have crumbles, lapsing, shingled, provenance. under influence of perspiration. drown, less river, endurance. surrender, if home is ever. neither yu nor I, bridge. gallery for squandering. it is and isnt me. its me at banana's foot. bumble of mythology. merger otherwise definitively.


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its been a long time since I had a reason or invitation, but ive carried on and prospered, then i didnt so much, then I fed myself from banana tree, which explains my roots entangled, lack of misery

Thank you for being me


This is how yu say my name
how I ask for it
in my own way
traipsing thru dandelions I wield
abberation from skill set
mad at the world
while not giving a shit
pallid is the crossed-eye
square with tha seasons
unbreathing if that's possible
known to everyone but self
isn't it well to be wise
carefully planned, nothing left
behind in breakfast nook
to haunt yu all day
like unmade bed, asshole trained
to pucker and spit back out
tha jones, prior to being cut
flask open spills into back pocket
to reclaim my spirit, stick out yr tongue
upward motion across strained denim
scan for scotch, taste buds clutch
command to which rips tha black
thread and there's a hole
in my heart born to be filled
there's space for at least one more
if yu can be quick, look at me
know I'm your bitch
for now your slave and something else
new name attached to existing digits
in mobile contact list