Looks like it's been almost a year since I last posted! Wow, how time flies!
It's been a productive year! I've been making lots of collages and written lots of songs and poems.
I'll post a few of those now and hopefully post again before next year!
Jack-Rabbit John’s a bootlegger.He’s an outlaw cavalier,
Ramblin’ round, from town to town,
with a barrel full of moonshine and beer.
He doesn’t need a rusty compass,
Or a tattered un-trusty map.
Inner drive’s keeping him alive,
With a dagger in his old tweed hat.
Some men search for diamondsSome fools search for gold
the demons chasing him
Never get a hold.
He’s just looking for a place
Where he can rest his head
It’s been lonesome vagabond driftin’
With a wet floor as a bed
Taken to the refugeof his mind a thousand times
he lapses to the backdrop
of an old time vice
he keeps his spirits high,
driftin’ past his darker days
knowing that when he fall sback again
he’s the one who pays
He walks the railroad line
Hoping someday he’ll see
The right train so he can
Usher in epiphany.
tree once and
i liked it. it sme-
it came to me in
a dream. it spoke to me
in the seams of some rec-
ollection of a tree. it came to me
in a dream. it smelled g-
reen. it spoke like an echo
through a root would, like a
windy forest wood. it smelled br-
own and stood around when we went
down-town. the tree played hard
when we went downtown. It
smelled green and dripped rain on
the dirt while it smelled brown and we
were standing around, playing hard down-
town, dropping seeds down, looking for syrup
near the maples, spreading seeds and piling
wood downtown, smelling brown and looking
green in between the lumber-jacks down
around, stacking wood below the homeless wee-
ping willows, around the outer edge of the burning
forest , barking at the paper- mill that hides the green
brown smell that can no longer be smelled around down-town…
Drunk Is a Lonely Occupation
‘There are too many cops and not enough partiers left,’He said with a welcoming grin.
He had outlived his party.
Now he walks the streets.