Thursday, December 18, 2008

30 - 3

Nothing could be more clear, I have a feeling this is going to be a very good year...

Monday, December 15, 2008

i heart MK

"You are not the problem. It is the problem maker in your head..."

I had a bit of a recent trip through downtown LA, no swallowing necessary... at the MOCA, where varied works of Martin Kippenberger provided an atlas through his erratic mind. No pens, no cameras please, leave the visual overload to the jack of all mediums. From hotel stationary, to seductive sculpture, to gaudy gingham, to pretentious posters and paint, I marvel at the intense display of his life in his work. There is something so beautiful in realizing one's own inner obscurity and failures, and projecting it to the world. God I love this city...

Saturday, December 06, 2008


Electric and Blue.
Alive and Faded.
Me and You.
Gentle and Jagged.
Stay and Escape.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008


I wish he thought of me more... hmmm, next?

Monday, November 24, 2008

Fake It

"I love Los Angeles. I love Hollywood. They're beautiful. Everybody's plastic, but I love plastic. I want to be plastic."


Sunday, September 28, 2008

Turn Tables

Dry your eyes you suffocated sky, I'm alone and seeing Portland again.
Try on your dreams stuck in cold wet jeans, and a pair of left handed scissors.
See if you can find a way between old and new, then cut me out in paper along that dotted line.

Baby baby, now tell me it's just the times, not the season or their clementine smiles.
You know I can't sleep without that flickering light, a bottle of breathing wine, and our legs intertwined.
Not lovers, not friends, just thread the needle and make a mends with me under your covers.

And then I'll teach you all my slang, and for me you'll prescribe an arduous wait.
Oh, it's more than crystal now to me, it took a patient, blind man's touch for you to see?
The sooner you sleep, the darker you'll feel the sun shift the laments with your heart at my feet.

So, come along this ride, and leave your church mouth behind.
Control the war, silent suicide, as it sits at the tip of your tongue.
It's not a matter of collecting likes, just the bleeding barrier of misunderstanding love.

Saturday, September 27, 2008


Yet another interview to induce the cringe reflex. I can't help but feel humored and utterly embarassed for her stammering responses. Frightful, really.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Tag Team

There are boyfriends, and there is your Best Friend. I am so lucky to have 1 out of 2.

Friday, September 12, 2008


I should have posted this a long time ago... it explains about half of everything:

Men’s Brain>1=32023

Women’s Brain>1=32023

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Whore Moans...

A mere pull of the plug, and a bit of control. Come sunday, everything will be at ease with that daily dose of the BC. Like a mother, take it and swallow. You tell me we go around in circles, but I beg to differ with cycles.

This is normal, you know, when it rips at the seams and the laughter bites at your greed. An honor to your plead, a little show and tell of this heart made of glass. Here is a brick, can you keep a secret? Shhh, we're just friends. Devise cruelty into a sonnet, I'll shed some light on your darkened heart. So far from a lover.

"He's just another quickie" she says, as her words surpass that of gold. Hardly worth the change, I put him at silver. It only took a little while for this to cycle through to agitate. It takes some time, but soon it will rinse the slate, rinse to clean, rinse too late.

You taste better with fine wine, and what was once full is now bitter and empty. Let's levy the lie, worth the wait, worth a soul mate? No, this is my war, and your shoulder has not yet seen winter. Listen to the kids, now hang it up to dry...

Sunday, August 10, 2008


I don't care who you are or what you have... but if you have a penis, you suck.

So, suck this:
#1 you quoted Dylan, so now eff ur rules
#2 i hate ferris wheels, u r a ferris wheel
#3 29? how about make up ur mind
#4 'see, for me', ur gay and live in hollywood

Gonna wipe this slate clean.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Time to...


One of my favorites in a series of etchings called "Disasters of War." It's amazing how much we've grown in the last 200 years, really.

Monday, July 14, 2008

I Lost...

God today.

From now on, it's only Plan A.

Swear to...

Saturday, June 28, 2008


Now all the pretty has gone...
There is only pleasure in paint,
Only solace in self disdain.

No more pennies to wish on,
And all prayers displaced by rainbows.
Lord, paint me up all pretty like.

I wanna dance like them.
Bane and broken, one last silver token.
I'm gonna hammer out the pain with these worn boots.

Far from audible range,
I'll sing away the anguish and the fear.
At least you and your haughty smile have long disappeared.

How much for a lover?
Sit on your thrones with frivolous suits.
Marvel at yearn for an honest face hirsute.

Wait for morning, wait for winter.
Skinny like bones, cover it with snow.
When everything was once ugly.

Soon it will be pretty again...

Sunday, May 18, 2008


I miss you.




Tuesday, May 06, 2008

Better Left...


Pick a number between 1 and 10 it begins with a simple counting down of days...
I guess it's been about a year since you went there and i came here and i often wish we could've stayed.
It's hard to talk about sometimes so i put these rhymes together sometimes it makes me feel better sometimes it just makes me feel much worse...
But i'm giving it my best i've invested so much more than i expected when i started as i left i sang this verse.
He said baby you feel like home and i don't wanna be alone and i hate that i have to go but i'm going anyway...
Cause there's just some things you have to do some situations to go thru and i still love you but i'm going anyway.
Sometimes i think we were made to get frayed and worn out rough around the edges with our hearts teetering on ledges not too strong...
And sometimes i think we were sent with intent to meet and break each other's hearts get pulled apart and fill the world up with our songs.


Sunday, April 20, 2008

No Hit Wonder

Lie, cheat, obsolete.
Sell your house, your car, your soul.
They were never yours, never yours.

Baby, she's your paper doll.
Bendable, foldable, poseable.
Ring around the weeds, she's too fat to feel.

Minimal decree, you just creep as you please.
Never regret your secrets kept.
Hardly appraised near a done deal.

Shake it off sunshine, you're a common cold.
I'll cure you with coffee and vitamin c.
Drink up, drink up, you were easy elementary.

Did u know I like you better in dress shoes?
Buzz, buzz, buzz like a bar sign in Berlin.
Beat it worse than ur 5 song replay.

You, you, you the common fad, turns to neon, turns to plaid.
Is that really even your name?
So yesterday... I'll revert and label you Saturday.

Monday, March 17, 2008


My developed affinity:

In the course of history, men with facial hair have been ascribed various attributes such as wisdom, sexual virility, or high status; and, conversely, filthiness, crudeness, or an eccentric disposition. In many cultures beards are associated with nature and outdoorsmen...

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Check, Mate

I wish...
I knew your next move.

Better yet.
Ready, set...

I am the player.
You are the knight.
I put u in your place.
On squares, black, white.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Check 1, Check 1, Check 1

Someone please get me out of this mere mode of repetition... no more coloring by numbers. 2, 3, I'm on a mission.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Just Around the Corner...

You're a modern man, with modern words, and a modern heart.

You sharpen pencils with your paint, now show me how to skip in place.

Tattered and bruised, I'm falling over our repetition.

1 + 1 = 2, our counterpart black and blues.

Never lead, never follow. I'll hug your mother, and double your stride.

Are you happy now that you're disappointed?

One fell swoop. Fix your feathers dear, and derive penicillin from soup.

I'll peel through your infinite layers and cool your casual trousers.

Our copper hearts and eyes like dimes, flip the world on its side to find the prize.

"Is this how we consume the day?"

Marvel at a second chance at life, better than 9 lives or 100 trophy wives.

Just intertwine your fingers in mine.

Ready, set...

Thursday, February 14, 2008


Tuesday, February 12, 2008


It's strange really, how much I feel how they feel. More contagious and common than a cold. Leave home, the remedy is unknown. The thread count of her jeans at dawn, a sleepless light, missing verses abandoned songs. Young to old, lovers to lust, bottles to empty, here to gone. Kick buckets, endorse here. No roses, just weeds. Drown your eyes, it's Monday again.

All aboard, I'm anchored by fear...

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Coffee & Red Bull

"Sometimes I wish the world wasn't round, I'm tired of running."

And then the nod, turns to a stare, melts the truth with another dare. It's fools gold. Just like your handshake, barely embraced, tastes a dull shade of grey. It glistened at first thought, unravels and freys the same way. You turn pages to the end, race the day only to start again. But now 2 steps become 12, flip the cup to be filled again. Not water, not wine. It cuts, but I'm twisting into the prettiest vine. You'll see, we'll all see.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Faith Full of It

I want to put this burden to bed.
Tuck it in tight to watch it sleep,
and kill it quietly before dawn.
But I hate to care, to watch them weep.
Dear friend, foe, lover is gone.

Let it go, Let it go.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Let me go, let me go.
Oh God please, ease their worry.

The sun is beaming a new day.
With sounds of sweeping streets,
the dust resonates far beneath.
But there's faith here, in the wind.
It taunts, it chatters to redundance.
Leading, leaving, provoking my perspective.

Let it blow, Let it blow.
Hurry, hurry, hurry.
Let me know, let me know.
Oh God please, ease my worry.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

So, Now What?

"Tip the world over on its side and everything loose will land in Los Angeles."

Frank Lloyd Wright

Monday, January 07, 2008

29? I lied...

Cold like bones.
Kills the weather inside.

It pierces like wet denim.
In deep pockets our hands confide.

A dollar for your dollar.
Hasty heads collide.

There's green beneath our feet.
Eff the other side...