Easy On The Eyes (wood, paper, glue, acrylic paint and inkjet ink)

it’s hard to write a good song these days

my mind was once full of music

and melody and ideas

now it’s a forest of facts

and figures and formulas

i can still remember what it was

once like…..well, sort of

it’s only a memory

a city that floats out

onto the ocean

and is gone

but not quite 

forgotten

HOTP-Martin Buber (paper, glue, string, inkjet ink, sharpee on canvas)

everything’s oklahoma

i laid my head

on the yellow pillow

at the party

with the good weed

and the butthole surfers

manager dude

who had just made the 

freshest blotter and

i took that and

moved into the future

with this new knowledge

that there was more

than one way to experience

everything and nothing 

was really the way 

we think it is

Super Lone Ranger (wood, glass, acrylic paint, paper, inkjet ink,polyester resin and glitter)

Star smoke

You'll bow down before

God shivering and afraid

And full of shame

And darkness filling

Your heart handcuffed 

To a clown midget

And it will be easy

Ten hours will come and

Go and you'll be unaware

Of it's passing

A thin towel wrapped

Around your legs

Birds living in your beard

Remembering all the

Words of every song

You've ever heard

And it will be easy

You'll smile

And it will be the only

Time you've ever smiled

And your face will

Fall to the floor

With a clang

Waking the stranger

Sleeping beside you

In the car

You'll have a meeting

In a coffee shop in Seattle

Concerning a musical event

That will never take place

The woman you're talking to

Occasionally writing

Down notes with an

Orange crayola marker

All hope lost

You'll grow much older

And die one afternoon

In a hospital bed

In Houston

And your son

With his heart breaking

Will allow the nurse

To discontinue

The life support

And the world

Will spin through

Space forever

With the rest of the universe

And clouds made of

Billions of galaxies

Will gather together

On the edge of infinity

And it will be easy

The New Moon (acrylite, glue, paper and  inkjet ink)

The War Years

PART I

Chiến tranh Việt Nam

sometimes you have to write

all the good stuff when you're young

because part of you knows

you won't be around to do it later on

that's one reason 

i've held back for so long

i don't want to go anywhere

new right now

PART II

the american war

Life begins to happen 

around 40,

for instance

the presidential race

lasted most of the weekend

and the winners and I

celebrated our

victory aboard the

USS enterprise

the whole crew was in attendance

lt. uhura handing out the "punch cards"

unable to approach her i left before the police showed up

captain kirk

struggling with

depression

in sick bay

his daughter elezra

by his side

weeping

the ship speeding

through endless space 

inside the paramount pictures movie building 

the useless lights of the ship's control system

blurred and blinking in the background

The Stranger's Vision of the Brightest Future Ever Known (string, acrylic paint, wood, paper and glue)

light organs

it's best to write your poem

with a grease pencil

stand it up on it's end

and make it walk through

the city naked

drunk on wine

covered in the blood

of other poems

telling stories

to anyone who will listen

in a french accent

wearing the clothes

of a stranger

eluding to other

better times

where things

didn't seem

so hopeless

EATER (window glass, wood, acrylic paint, ink jet paper and pour on)

eater

her lover had died

she was all alone

at hotel seiyo ginza

in tokyo

the required effort 

is nothing to the Lord

(she thought) He can see 

into the heart

her father was dark skinned

because he was tatar,

when she gave birth to her first son

the moon belonged to china

she became the world's most influential active athlete

not just a pitchman, but a businessman

especially in the booming asian market, 

signing deals to pitch dunkin' donuts

she would eat dog food

urintating on her trainer

over bowls of mist covered

dreams

HAWA II

HAWA II (window, acrylic paint, paper, mod podge and pour on)

get hungry

eat the earth inside the mountain

swallow everything in the world

and your whole life will be gone and the moon will still sleep the sky

fill your garden with blue flowers 

while dragons sleep nearby

and your whole life will be gone and the moon will still sleep the sky

and the parachute you're wearing with such confidence

will not save you from tomorrow, tomorrow

and

your hands are so cold and your mouth is full of breath

and you look so good in that cop uniform tonight

and your whole life will be gone and the moon will still sleep the sky

i think i finally found something (watercolor and colored pencil on wood)