In Me Behold...
From The Vallejo Gallery
2006
A Series of Subtle Interviews, Conducted by the Inimitable Dr. Geo. Kisker, With Five Tortured Souls Who Have Spent Some Time On the Other Side.
2005
Your Suffering Is A Poem To Me
Days go by like wild horses.
Never enough time.
Never enough.
To do what?
2004
He sits in the dark room, elbows on his knees, head hanging down, defeated.
I Dream of You in Silent Landscapes
I dream of you
in silent landscapes,
behind blue
chinese mountains,
So I went out to the Desert in search of the Fugitive Gods. After many weeks, I found the traces.
What can words do?
Can they burn in your mind
the way you burn in mine?
2003
This dance of fire, of burning ecstasy...
Our flesh melts off our bones
Awakening, you walk down the hall to the kitchen.
It was ten minutes past five that Friday afternoon in April when Holly Foole sauntered across the cockpit of the charter boat Faustina and vanished down the three steps which led to the cabin.
[C] I’ve known disgrace
[G] Torn my body
[Am] Broke my bones too many [F] times
It is everything to my loneliness
To hear this pocket watch against my ear:
This constant thumping…
2001
In the early morning she is sitting upon the beach, staring through the
fishing boats and the freighters into the thin line of the horizon.
Something about the water, she thinks.
1998
Bet you don’t even remember.
She has this dream:
She finds a human baby skeleton by the side of the road.
1997
Owen Chase Was Always Fortunate
There is no greater reverance for a soul
in that they may be remembered.
- Anonymous
The idea of the preface is crucial, a crossing between etymology and
poetry. Listen to the word, to the soundings therein, and the skull
that is before the face emerges with a smile.
1996
Once upon a time, In a land far far away, there lived a Beautiful Princess.
I wonder what is at the core the core of this? Going inwards towards the slippery paradox of recovering the grace of the word, the world: the difference within a letter. An acknowledgment here of lost innocence, of the sheer and startling truth inside the Devil's words.
I sometimes see my soul as a ridiculous balloon, trying to rise up to dissolve into the stars, but held back by the string connecting it to a stupid happy dog's tail.
1995
In my room
Staring at the scraps of my nails
For two thousand years.
1994
Blessed is he that readeth, and that hear the words of this prophecy, and keep those things which are written therein: for the time is at hand.
I was working at Europa Books on the Drag in Austin, Texas. The store was
closed for the holiday. I took the opportunity to take 4 hits of LSD.
There is this life
And there is another life.
1993
It was one time that there be
Long white sandy beach and Big Blue Sky.
And it was in this time that there be
Two Monks sittin squat in that sand
Lookin and a watchin hard
At a might peculiar thing.
And we washed our bones in the sea.
Seven Ded Babies - A Hindoo A Daption
Won day I was down by dat ole creek
An awl o suddun I hears lotsa lil babees
Awl o cryn.
The Bones of Man and
The Wreck of the Ship.
The well, the rope, the water
Mumuring
In the depths of the stones.
1992
Everything is part of our dream.
Where are you? Are you swimming yet?
Nex thin ah herd
uh big sireen comn,
Whee whee whee.
There is another man. This one is blind and confined to a wheelchair. He sits all day at Les Amis, a local café.
1991
A hand exposed,
Reaching for scissors,
Gauze wrappings,
Another hand.
The kingdoms underneath
The shine of an ivory tusk
One morning Rama woke up with a question.
The sound of bamboo
Rustlings,
Tumbling.
The Mystery of Time:
Lost love caught within
The pages of a book,
Memories given numbers,
All those years folded under...
This Boy, he come back out of that ole boneyard and hes got a sack full of skulls, all a clackin against his back.
May is an all right kind of month. It is a good time to collect up the gifts of the dark world and the life in symbols of ecstasy, of chanting dead rose ends.
O My My My, that Ole Bone Dance,
that shuffle and that shake, that poke
and slip and slide into the ole pink hole.
Wow Mom Wow! Look at that cow! said Bishop from the car.
1988
They slowly turned their gaze towards the newborn child.
Dust-filled drops of rain fell cold and heavy through the winter evening. It had been falling steadily the entire time I had been on the path.