education
the continuous
art of the start readin
writin rythm tickin curiosity
and all that jazz you read about
on the paper napkin the poet spoke
and fed her brain

#431. it’s elementary

November 13, 2010

i am learning 
great days
seawood
smoky
air
pigments thick on my fingers
ancient childs brushes alive
are
stroking
grey canvas
all opening up

beauty is crying
bleeding birds
because of the words laughing
desperate diamonds
art shouting
empathic eons
imagination embracing
cloudy children
passion singing
low laughs
tenderness understanding
mad mountains
of an artist
reaching alone and across
death before my birth

without truth
there are only bells
stuffed with dead rain

#188. Love Letters

March 1, 2010

love letters
are found
in the fragrant petals
of the intimate rose
are found
in the golden beams
of the rampant sun
are found in the heated seductions
of vivid dreams
are found
in the clear ideas
of sculptured poems

#110. Blog This!

December 13, 2009

are the ghosts
of virtuality
finding their lives
for real?

the fear of confrontation
is much easier
to face
on facebook.

my space
is no longer
an address
in brick.

i live on the server
and create my fame
pioneering the new
frontier.

celebrity is my art
form i sculpt it
virtually creating
myself for others.

my status
is my medium.

embracing the technology
i deny dust.

the dust doesn’t care.

am i tagged
as the global village idiot?

I stare at paintings
of places never seen
by my
eyes
and recognize
the hills
and rivers of my heart.

#72. For Anna

November 5, 2009

A child’s painting
mature and demanding
innocence calculating to manipulate
emotion, time and space.

We are transported to France
or daycare
at your whim.
How does nine years of life
command color and line and form
so well?
Well enough
strong enough
to do your bidding.

A child’s painting
given precedence made important
by talent and love
and a simple wooden frame.

all blue
for sea border
on imperial purple
it must be
a flower
marble staircase
erupt
ions

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