Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Yellow sub-machine

I guess there is no point in arguing that I am not  influenced by pop art.
As an undergraduate I tried my best to deny my electric bright, super cheesy color instincts.
I also wore shirts that were too small for me with the names of bands I didn't listen to.

Here is a drawing of mustard, and another of some shapes that I did over the summer.  They will be included in an art sale happening the weekend after Thanksgiving.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Always being surrounded by desperate men...

I feel anxious, weepy, and weak.

A box in a baby stroller with no crooked wheels.
Gotta try to remember the security code.
To lock up this house that I don't own
against men who are not my enemies

-enemies speak to me through walls
-enemies always threatening 
-enemies far away but here
-an anonymous boot print in the ruin

I lock up my house and stare at my small pile of flammables
things that are no more mine than when they are picked from the dumpster.
I waste this way
When I should be desperate...
desperate to be a man.

*edit #2 made on the starry night of September 9th 2012 having drank a beer to salute the end of summer.  I will have another tomorrow to salute Monday (around the same time) for being almost over.  In that way I am very much like Garfield.

Friday, September 7, 2012