Rest Area

Postcard from Warbler Park

Pieta (with Blue Marlin)


Another Tom, Another Place

This is Not a Blue-Ribbon Black Angus Hovering Above a Field of Poppies

Mule  and Architecture

Accidents Will Happen

Wherefore Art Tao


Nothing Is Ever What It Is

Aluminum Eldorado w/ Practical Tactile Christ

This is Not a Blue-Ribbon BlackAngus Hovering Above a Field of Poppies

Duck and Globe

1/2 of Abraham Lincoln

Madonna with Yellow Jacket

Satan Claus


Synaptic Frost and Fire

Sometimes AIR has a distinctive pulse
you FEEL in your ears.

Not like bolt of thick chromed lightning
that almost cracks your mental windshield.
Not that at all. Its more like
Synaptic Frost or Fire
Power; like a sub-atomic shower of
Greens & Pinks.
And just when you think...Quarks! She suddenly disrupts the metrics:
"I think we're being squashed into hard blocks of Non-being;
Into mindless abdicates,
As it were,
to the task of our own slow motion collapsing back into Eucledian dimensions."

"And when it's perfectly windless", she says,
"Our souls are folded neatly into ever diminishing sheets of fine thin linen."

Suddenly, I remembered my mother once trying to poison me with gasoline, from a Coke bottle, meant for the lawnmower.

So I said,

"I'd rather my entire head were a Fresh Orange Engine block from a 1971 Buick Skylark,
cold blue Halogen headlights for eyes!"
Something to be said for in-animation.

White crosses fly by on the night.

They say Lester and Dusty died back there, now 2 miles back;
got themselves gnarled up on a long-gone guardrail.
The Long Black Snake ate 'em up.
There wasn't even enough Lester and Dusty left to bury.

Cheryl deliberately tosses the pale
yellow symbols
of Aspiration
(I'd found for her)
from my
Swerving Red Convertible,
correctly guessing,
I'd never stop driving my M e r c u r y through her
fire & sky.