" Going to bed. Sweet Dreams. Dream about art. " [03.21.2002]
Garden Diary 2010
January. I did nothing I can recall. It was a cold month. February. I trimmed almost all of our trees, save the two maple a-west the house. Those trees need trimming. As for the trees I did trim, my aim was to thin them out. I don't want the Japanese maple to get too big, … Continue reading Garden Diary 2010
Word Sketch 2
the hims and the theysthe hymns and the layschime and tetherchimera hummusshe says, she saysthelonius the onliusmonk monkbunk bunk bedstogether like asmorgasboard
Checkpoint Charlie Dolce Kevil 400 Where the fuck is Stuckey? Blow by blow western female Roy Mosaic Big Daddy's Ferrarro's for linner all the extras gone by the time the second cab came home when it was light on Sunday morning. Oh as in Oh really. Rough jeans. Sorry. AJ asleep a blue drink in … Continue reading Royobroyo
"He Urinates on his Paintings"
My claim to fame is that The New Yorker once published one of my captions. No, they didn’t even do that. I’m worthless.
That Old Table with the Orange Chairs
an ashtray from africa made of elephant’s tuskmaybe not elephant’s tusk I don’t know three PBRcans a trippel o’mara’s irish cream seeds: parsley cilantro arugula mint rosemary lavender basil a plastic slide-loc bagw/ raisins an empty water glass which you take &are filling up now a napkin w/ charcoal stains a spoonthe same remote razor blade old & dull razor bladenew & sharp st. louis football cardinals glass w/ice cubes long since past a dictionary & thesaurus I justfeel disconnected it don’t mean much drink some water you saycandles midsummer night’s dream a flame how’dyou get “no” outta that? alexander, no, better this timeandrew jackson rolled up upon himself two pairs of glassesthe word games post-dispatch candle warmer lamp w/o alampshade camel lights notebooks a waterglass tourney brackets nowcrystals popping dryingenjoy the bump in the road it might be the last.
I used to a have a nice anthology
of Beat writings. Poetry, fiction, excerpts.
I got rid of it to raise cash for buying paint.
That was dumb — but very Beat!
by R. L. Wisdom
it's too god damned hot
i feel like ending it all
when will autumn come?
distinct observations of the 1st kind
by the cbw helicopters, distant hammering, trees rustlin, plants tussling, a crack-house green-house, dirty white chairs, car engines, pots, pans being pounded, faint TV (very faint), craigs list furniture, ants, a dangerous looking hammock nestled in the ominous shadow, some pot, some water, some sot who sought to wrought a write under a rotten umbrella, … Continue reading distinct observations of the 1st kind
by R.L. Wisdom
Fliers go out and hopefully in
minds expand then collapse.
Material is gathered for the harvest.
Will it be a good season.