Michael Sperduto

The Fireball Snowman

2009-06-21T13:23:00.001-04:00

Bonnaroo 2009

2009-06-21T13:22:00.001-04:00

Bonnaroo 2009 Fireshow Sat Night 2

2009-06-21T13:20:00.000-04:00

Bonnaroo 2009 Fireshow Sat Night

2009-06-21T13:19:00.000-04:00

Bonnaroo 2009 Ferris Wheel

2009-06-21T13:18:00.000-04:00

Crowd's Anticipation for Phish Friday Night Bonnaroo

2009-06-21T13:16:00.001-04:00

The Bonnaroo Sat. Night Skyline

2009-06-21T13:14:00.000-04:00

Jeff Bujak with Zack and Monty late night - early morning set Sat 8

2009-06-20T23:02:00.000-04:00

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Jeff Bujak late night - early morning set Sat 3

2009-06-20T23:01:00.000-04:00

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2009-06-20T23:00:00.001-04:00

Jeff Bujak late night - early morning set Sat 2

2009-06-20T22:12:00.001-04:00

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Jeff Bujak late night - early morning set Sat 1

2009-06-20T22:09:00.001-04:00

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the tunnel

2009-06-20T20:03:00.001-04:00

The Fountain in Centeroo 2009

2009-06-20T16:10:00.000-04:00

Jeff Bujak live @ Bonnaroo 2009

2009-06-20T16:06:00.001-04:00

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The Kool Aid man says Oh Ya!

2009-06-20T15:48:00.003-04:00

The Crowd in Purple

2009-06-20T15:48:00.001-04:00

Girls with Glo-sticks

2009-06-20T15:47:00.001-04:00

The Crowd in Blue Lights

2009-06-20T15:46:00.001-04:00

The Crowd gets Sucked Out

2009-06-20T15:43:00.002-04:00

The Crowd gets Sucked In

2009-06-20T15:42:00.000-04:00

Kool Aid Man in the Crowd

2009-06-20T15:39:00.001-04:00

Why am I Watching This 4-16-07

2009-02-06T09:54:00.003-05:00

Why am I Watching This 4-16-07
(in response to the University of Virginia Shootings)

Why am I watching this
Watching bubble burst red screen
With ticker ticking and breaking news flashing
With the familiar faces
Doctor lawyer cop press
Podium cover in microphone maggots
30 - 31 – 32 dead
again
why do I watch this
listen on the radio
to this
again
it seems so repetitive
seems so reflective
anger rage gone amuck
the lost memories of being a goose not a duck
or is it – it must be
reflective the nature of war
what is this death
the answers are always better written in blood
better with the bitter taste
better with the words in god’s name
crimson river run
run over – the cup over flowing with blood
the body and the blood
the sand is red
picked on – picked out – just to be picked on
long black clothes – long black muse
blame the antichrist superstar
blame the star fuckers
the thin rails – the waif sex symbol
blame the drugs
we now see what came from watching
from follow the leader
from lead by the example - do as I say not as I do
but you didn’t say Simon says
and we are no fools
we are only the forgotten
the tossed aside
the broken bracket on the neglected ride
and who’s that harping on
about history
about god is good
about Yahweh and on and on
the miracle maker
the creator
the grand poo – bear
the master of the universe
why am I watching this
why the stats
why all the numbers
why all the same questions
fuck the questions
why no answers

Got Trenchtown Looped in my Head

2009-02-06T09:54:00.002-05:00

Got Trenchtown Looped in my Head
1999

Where am I – where am I – sitting on soft wet rocks – feet sleeping under running stream – sun designing curving lines – blue white – ripples – dancing sun through bird chirps – I am happy

I am here – in a phone booth – romantic rain – droplets – painting glass portraits

Traffic lights

I am phoning say anything – “I gave her my heart she gave me a pen” – a knife – a brush

I am on this white field – this plane of dirt – my garden – of blossoming words – of color – of life – oh pain – oh strife – paint my blood my breath – my therapy

Where am I lost in phonics – notes of speech articulation

Where am I – yes in that trance – yes is that hush – a slave to the muse

Where am I – the veins of a maple leaf – in the roughness of bark – the softness of the path

Where am I – with my feet beating – the words of my thoughts

I am – in the red hue just before the blue of the night sky – connecting stars – drawing clouds

I am dust – scratching pictures on the black tv screen

I am happiness – laughter – and misery

I am in a silent way – monk’s dream with a jelly roll soul – these are just a few of my favorite things

I am

Luantic Transmitter

2009-02-06T09:53:00.001-05:00

Luantic Transmitter
7-2-98

I like this place here
The day isn't clear
I have no fear
I like this place here
I like this place here

Though the end is near
Have no worries
Have no cares
Tommorow is near

I like this place here
It's sky birds I hear
Still no fear
Time isn't clear

It's a full time drifter
A sands of time sifter
A lunatic transmitter
A stolen rift here
I like my time there
I like my mind here
This time so clear
I conquer my fears
I like myself here

Telephone Poles

2009-02-05T10:50:00.000-05:00

Telephone Poles
7-9-98

the telephone poles are my confidante
certainly not the phone
these wires break the sky
the house the forest
so easy

like I you – we - break me
I am fragile tonight
And tomorrow too
Forever I might say
I am hollow
Again I am echo
As I bang my head against the wall endlessly
A machine gun is slower
My brain is swampy horrible stench
I'd rather be under a bridge
A troll of sorts
Get the toll sit on the bench
Beg for a dime
Safe away tuck away
Save up to buy myself

I feel trapped in a box
But it's not the box they can't see
These poles come crashing
This is my bender

Where’s My Remote

2009-01-15T21:00:00.001-05:00

Where’s My Remote

Shit I’m not even done writing this – this is only a test – a beginning – a testament – that must be confessed – addressed - this is only a vanishing point - a starting spot - soap box – preacher teacher I am not – just cosign integers – nor a remainder of blind faith – only integers – variants – remainders – co signs – and these numbers - they keep calling me – they’re numbing me – they keep climbing – never peaking just stating their facts – in double triple – quadruple stacks – of black and white – no grey in sight – and like a switch – it all turns into red tape – just a push of a button – watch as day turns to night

-- So now I’m just sittin’ here – a visionary – envisioning - crawling towards the door – as the thoughts of a draft awakes the hairs – they stand at attention - on edge – much like my eyes – roving like fingers over brail – scratching in between crevices – between cracks and the folds in the blanket – the blank stare reflection – off the TV screen – with it’s ticker – just tinkering away – instant news

-- The display is bouncing in my head – all those dot com’s - bleeps and blips – and oh I must remain calm – and grab hold of myself – mustin’ lose my grip - but the mirror is swaying – it’s bending blending – it’s lying – it’s hiding – it’s a lie – and the sky above is not blue - it’s just a drop ceiling – these four walls are breathing – coming after me – no I’m not paranoid – it’s just that I understand

-- but I’m just sitting here – looking for this fucking remote – so I can turn - the channel - make all this bullshit go away – but the ghost of it all - just won’t fade – it hovers like a stench over every laugh – it’s the memory - that just won’t go away – it’s got these fingers moving – words around into spiro-graphic - fragments of venting sessions - named saved and stored away – but for now I’m still sittin’ here

-- Analyzing dissecting their sales pitch – advertising that two story itch – the black and white of it all – with no grey in sight – but what of all these if-s – the cloudy the murky – the unclear and not all that certain – where the truth hides - behind a gossamer curtain – with it’s tiny silk threads – and highlights of dazzling colors – glistening a spider web matrix of layered theories – hypotheses and all those if’s – overlapping intersecting – running parallel in all directions – the star spangled sky - blanket wave – atmosphere ozone – I’m lost in the corkscrew milky way – of a zig zag paper burn

-- so if there is - only two sides to the story – well then – this would all seem such a waste - waste of time - Of time – I mean why – why even – massage this rhyme – why even try – why ask why – but still I try – I stretch out thoughts to carry on – questions – a quest – a labyrinth of facts – and soft untruths – all the while crunchin’ down on this baby Ruth – corporate candy bar - car advert – rock n roller – just another blink 182 bling bling Nelly ring tone – on this new cell phone – with it’s hello kitty plastic painted caddy – and wait is that the fucking weight – is money all that supply and demand – I tear the skin from my face – and scream – integrity where are you – what are - you but some shit cake infested dingle – dangling from society’s pimple invested ass

-- And I’m just sittin’ here - fuckin’ with this remote – flippin’ channels – doing the web spread search engine dance – surfin’ – always lookin’ for something – an answer – a reason – a meditation mantra trance – for the change of season – and to everything turn turn turn – always trying – picking through this – checkin’ on that – peekin’ in – screening – weaving – just clickin’ away – and I don’t find anything but misleading leads – some fake plastic trees – some porn - something about killer bees – some more porn – a ghost – a story about how a ghost was born – a whole lotta fear – and a celebrity super blog - it’s all got me pullin’ out my hair – yeah but I’m still just sittin’ here

-- cross reference - file checkin’ serial numbers – dates times – names and places – long lingering over finger print mazes – clearing out the fog – and comin’ up with just empty pages – you see - There’s many sides to the story – you see everything has been over and over - And over done – this is nothing new – this is just a redo - redundant

– these articulating pithy tricks – are only a way to soothe my mind – to shadow this pain – my skin is screaming – from a vulture-ness sun – screaming with a vengeance – a thousand years young – my soul is freezing under a silhouetted moon – and the day has just reached high noon

-- While back at the shopping malls – written on the subway walls and bathroom stalls – the prophets - seek in tongues and prose – for a dream catcher – a thread spinster – a spiral whistler – the frosted window reverberates the musac playing – on some plastic jukebox swilling – bad brain farts - spoiling the air of executive lounges – of virgin mega mobile super stores – where clear channel’s pissin’ out black blood through the air waves – and we sit back like little watered lawn gnomes – grabbing a good seat to witness the next wave of mutilation

-- Oh mutations – cloning zones – down loading – up loading – with unloading docks – a whole section on how to suck a presidential cock – while sealing a Cuban blunt – it’s a ken star caper – a white water – raffle wafer – always cookin’ up some pleads some scheme – like a baker’s crying dream – smoothing out the scene – they treat him like Elvis – a rock star – fat on his own cock bar – where the fuck is my remote

-- And yup - those were the good old days – how we all sat by and slept – too sleep to sleep sleep – the chainsaw buzz of Z’s – echoing off the big screen TV – and what’s it matter now - anyhow – no payment’s - no interest for the next 12 months – just kickin’ it here - like a chrysalis – a moth butterfly – bidding time – I’m just watching the wheels - go around and round – watchin’ ‘em slow down – and get rusty – creak twist flake and break off – making me thirsty

-- But before I quench my throat – I’m felling compelled to check some stock quotes – and the CNN – tickers tellin’ me – all about some new I-pod prop up pop band – while the picture’s showing the war – and the toll it’s been taking – all these pie graphs - pictographs and line charts – the number of dead keeps rising – and how that’ll change the whole demographic – for the new hit singe brainwashed jingle – jangle – there’s always an angel – but this time - the information highway – is jammed packed – with tossed out cookies – and used up user files – the hard drive’s – rattlin’ and sputtering – from all the pop up’s - need to defrag – have that baptismal cleansing – and now time has caught to me - like jet lag – beatin’ me down – kickin’ me down – down on the ground – and oh shit is that my remote

-- And won’t someone please answer that motherfucking - goddam phone – and what of this – this god – a concept – aren’t we supposed to wonder and ponder – but just like loyal lemming subjects week – we remain meek - well I object recant and denounce – just let me pronounce – there is no god – no goddess – no deity – no penates – no Dali llama - ta boo ta boo – no mummy - in the tomb – no sailor no moon – no Keith no who

-- what where when why and how I cry over this – ponder rewind retract – slam into it – and attack – receive resolve – relieve and retrieve – pile all the facts – and slap my shitty wit about a bit – relearn and re-reason with – turn over and cook the other side for awhile – and sit back – to watch all this shit boil bubble – fester and stew

-- it’s all in my head – it’s all in my head – is the mantra I speak – as I walk to the window – and pull away the curtains – let the grey sky roll in on me – trace the electric lines down the block – running against and through – the dead trees – mirrored in the polluted river – the sun it’s hiding now – to scared or ashamed to show it’s face – or maybe this just isn’t the time - maybe the moon has taken it’s place

-- So I’m just sitting there – I’m lazy should’ve stayed in bed – should’ve never let all these thoughts shroud my head – maybe I should’ve - turned on some dead – maybe He’s Gone or Tenseness Jed – maybe some Epistrophy instead - get lost in that piano pattern bliss – or in that smile - lost on that August day – remember summer grass blades – and the sheen from her shoulder blade – the dogs run free – with the sweet smell of gage – but I’m just sittin’ here – fighting to remember where I left that stupid remote

-- When it hits me like a rock – the ability to think has started to mock – but it’s brief like a blink – so I grab up this pen to write – to draw up some new plans – to go after the man – so I say fuck the remote and just turn off the TV – run to the computer and shut off the internet – turn off the phone and hibernate – till I’m numb – till I forget the names – and places

– all about tsunami’s – hurricanes and mudslides – forget about the missing kids – and the war – the fear – and what the bush man did – I forget who won the super bowl – and what star had a baby – a rehab stint – got divorced and remarried – or got into a brawl – because they were lit – I just forget

-- Then somehow it all creeps back in – my nose will sniff it out like a stale fart – my need to know – it just fuels my art – keeps the blood flushin’ – keeps the juice goin’ in and out of my heart – I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care – hell I’d be lying if I said I didn’t fear – all the shit goin’ on out there – I can feel it right here – and I’m just sitting here

-- Rollin’ with this dealin’ with that – as the light creeps up - to stab me in the back – but I’m just bobbin’ to a rascal – to dizzy to understand – the virtue of monk – over sonny skies easy sideways down – two three one - Whatever happened to – the last one – that waltz – a commercial – sellin’ airwaves for useless phone communiqué – it is like I’m pounding nails into the floor with my forehead – Borgisian was right - but then the chaos breaks into silence again – the mantra of those notes – the reverb of memories – it’s so cold outside – but that one phrase brings in such warm summer days – and what was it that she’d say – spiraling sweet sweet – badassssss – on - oh sweet summer daze – and confusion – its just a state of mind – an illusion - a goal to peek in at – times to brief – but such is this – another drum roll please – remember seeing James fall to his knees – just then cannonball comes back in – rolling over miles – over the hills and far away – away – away – is where I’d like to stay – on a mound in the desert that is your ocean – a mellow soul to soul – aching for only everything - if only from each other – there’s vibrations of soft solid eyes – I’m just sittin’ here - beating down time – tappin’ my fingers to another rhyme – that hasn’t even been written yet -

-- Another four dead and the ghost’s of Nixon are calling’ – the watershed is tumblin’ the prez’s lips are fumblin’ – and the secretary of defense’s jaws a flappin’ mo’ shit in the wind – can’t even duck it’s flying so free – no armor for no hum-vee – you see the dj’s spinnin’ some Britney pukin’ punk ass bitch be spewin’ – instead of some protest song – but they seem all but gone from the radio

-- So I’m just sittin’ here – flippin’ channels in my head – surfin’ the net with dread – as the head lines read - another life – ten at that - and more to come – and can you give to the tsunami refund – donate to the red cross and watch your money get washed away – like the UN for food for gas for oil for back stabbin’ fools – it feels like someone just kneed me in the family jewels

-- So who will save your soul – some godforsaken hedonist – a rapist of trust – watching as the wheels begin to rust – shit they never sleep – the hills have eyes – and it feels like their watchin’ me – somebody’s after me – is it paranoia – is it john birch – kncokin’ – unlatchin’ – un snappin’

-- Yeah I’m just sittin’ here – twiddlin’ thumbs – with these drums along the Mohawk – these run on thoughts – spewing out like a shit storm – piss warm – horrible horrible thoughts – my yahoo is tellin’ me something’s happening – something’s cookin’ – side stage back stage – like oz – the wizard is just sittin’ there

-- in the Technicolor dream – it’s drippin’ streakin’ – fallin’ - like blood from a broken nose – Ali Frasier and Jack Johnson – the forgotten – till Miles startin’ tootin’ – and then the glory comes back in on me – like Tenseness sunshine – and my grandfathers homemade wine – spillin’ down my throat – sliding down just right – and as my grandmother says – nice – and I recall the roses – it must have been the roses – so splendor in the grass – chasing butterflies – through tomato plant paths – but right now I’m just sittin’ here

-- and my stomach is turning – ideas are learning – yearning to see the light of day – big brother won’t be able to stop this – won’t be able to say – I hear the drums a comin’ – those tin soldiers and the ghost of Nixon – and why - and how many more – this is a call to arms – we are over 50 million strong – with pens in hand we will write our own will – and with this ink – we will spill more blood then any sword – then any machine gun tank scud – we will rise and take back our hill

A template of complaints about the state of confusion

2009-01-15T20:47:00.000-05:00

A template of complaints about the state of confusion
About the relation to this mass delusion
A common mistake
Filed and forgotten
Like my name – I like my name
But everything now is just rotten

Evening news a marathon of misfortune
The paper headlines
I don’t want to read no more
The headlines bleed
With Mother Nature’s contempt
Who could blame her
No god left for me
No more headlines please

And turn the corner
Just to watch the flag draped coffin
The mourners
A mother and widow
Two kids and car payments
A mortgage
Who’s gonna take up all this tape
Surely they’ll come after it
Surely I can hear the knockin’
Don’t answer the phone
Don’t answer the door
It’s the bank

A template of complaints about the state of confusion
About the relation to this mass delusion
A common mistake
Filed and forgotten
Like my name – I like my name
But everything now is just rotten

And you don’t bring me flowers
You don’t bring me good times
You don’t bring me drugs
Now when I need to get high
And you only got can goods
And moldy bread
There is no more cheddar
No more beds for the little one’s head
No more security
No more rules to bend
We’re livin’ in a society
And we’ve been misled
The old are dying of starvation
The kids are starving for knowledge
My governments filled with artful dodgers
Maybe I’ll just move to Berlin
Make a record like lodger
Get sidetracked and then start again

A template of complaints about the state of confusion
About the relation to this mass delusion
A common mistake
Filed and forgotten
Like my name – I like my name
But everything now is just rotten

Stop Rebeling Against Freedom

2008-12-05T17:10:00.002-05:00

Stop Rebeling Against Freedom
aprox 38" by 38"
acrylic 2008

2008-12-05T17:09:00.000-05:00

Power to the People
aprox 14" by 24"
acrylic 2008

It was at this Point that the Foot was Put Down

2008-12-05T17:07:00.001-05:00

It was at this Point that the Foot was Put Down
aprox 24" by 32"
acrylic 2008

How to Tear the Roof off the Sucka and 101 Other ways to Bail Out the Rich and Not so Famous

2008-12-05T17:03:00.001-05:00

How to Tear the Roof off the Sucka and 101 Other ways to Bail Out the Rich and Not so Famous

Aprox 5' by 4'

acrylic 2008

Staining Finger Tips with Ink

2008-11-18T00:54:00.000-05:00

Staining finger tips with ink

Another poem another day
Alone the daisy stands
And the rats dance by the murky waters
Rippling shadows
The willows wallow
And stale smell of the paper mills come to mind
It’s a different story from a different time

She went there to follow
He went thinking he finally got away
But then she arrived
He did all he could to stay
But finally caved

So still wondering what happened
And how she ended up in cali
She’s married now
Or at least that’s what he remembers
It’s just that so much has happened since then

So the memories blur like runny pictures
Staining finger tips with ink
Making prints all along the wall
Down that long hall
There’s a dog barking
And the cat’s in heat again

So this is the way it was recalled
And he spoke of how she was the one
The one who caused all this
The sorrow of this lonely pen
A quill with a blue feather
Tickling the bottom of his chin
It was all the laughter of a forgotten sin

Spider (pure dream)

2008-11-18T00:53:00.001-05:00

Spider (pure dream)
9-6-00

there’s a girl holding on to a sea shell
she has a dead bird in one hand
the other holds a spider in web

the spider spins endlessly

on a whim
the girl motions me over with red balloons
and the sky turns to june

convulsing the bird becomes a rose
and then she lets it go

twirls in spiral – and underneath
falls to water – petal deep – falls of Niagara - arrive at noon
under a deep crimson moon

she holds my hand – making entrance grand
opening to the church – marching in with the band
she hands me the spider – and says take care

sprouts her wings – made of tulips
and rides off – on white mare

I hold the spider – as it lays her eggs
Ten thousand or more – covered in a glaze

Hatching road – valley grove
77 buick – radio plays the mac
and the tires go flat

sunset sudden –over a rainbow waltz
she awaits me there
holding hour glass
and with snidely snicker sneer
tosses it into air
smashing mirror – shards
maze to door way frame
as I enter into – I then awake

Sean

2008-11-18T00:51:00.000-05:00

Sean 4-11-07

Are you him
Damn – well you look just like him
Right around the hey jude – album cover – photo shoot
Where’s that purple sash at
Whatever happen to the black and white grestch
Where’s your mom
Show so close to home
I thought she might show up
Her and your dad - well – well – well love
It’s nice to hear you write about love

Then the sudden – listen to what the man said
The haunting resonance of a statement
The misguided GBV reference
Alongside misconceptions – the ethos of myths

As we listen to what the man says
The young man – wearing the O’pretty bearded lady – and Costello frames
Singing about friendly fire
With melodic riffin’
The professor rippin’ - with some fripptronics
Over the steady pace – reflectively worn – in a red striped Kashmir tie
the accuracy of felt tones – keys rustling soft feather down into grove
Subtle – intricacies – like lace lines of Autumn Mist
And what was that you played
A vintage strat – with a weird headstock and an old style whammy bar
Nothing like the relic used by mr. page

and so we were all in the egg – man
goo goo ga just a goof
it is such a special place
so a thank you for your grace

prescription

2008-11-18T00:50:00.000-05:00

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I've been searching
discount chain stores
and cut out bins
out of date product
down supermarket aisles
along road construction four miles
these eyes surveying
what they've seen and haven't found
always refocusing on what's not around

I've been in and out of the house
watched as my cat chases a mouse
and realizing it's all for none and none for all

I've sifted through sand and sky
searched straight and high
for something I haven't found
went for rides on merry go rounds
listened closely for secret sounds
after and before the kiss on the lips of devotion
but it wasn't in that emotion

I've always answered false or D - non of the above
I thought it was buried right beside love
and it just rotted away
thought I saw in the smile of a girl in the park
or in the actions of a father and son playing catch
just before dark
or by the warmth of a dog
and the enthusiasm of his bark

I've searched at the bottom of the bottle
played and lost at lotto
thought I heard in a vocal of Lennon
but it was still an out take then

I sound cynical I know
but then I thought how technology is so grand
and sooner or later find it in pill form
take two and call me in the morning
I found hope in an over the counter drug

Postcards

2008-11-18T00:49:00.000-05:00

postcards

postcards of waterfalls
and thoughts of what's on your mind
in your heart and eyes
maybe long beach walks as I long to talk
about things said and done
but most of all just to have some fun

over these growing echo's and the never letting go
of language and knowledge
there's fruit salad and evening glare
but it must have been lonely there
sand toe's and garden hoe's
yeah - back here it's all k-mart and party favors
and all and all I know I won't see you later
I miss you

sunrise and ocean tides
wave breaks and surf aches
phosphorous glowing sea weeds
back here it's all snow blowing and weed

staring up at rainbow magnets over redwood trees
makes me think of things
like waterfalls someday

The world does move on a woman’s hips

2008-11-18T00:18:00.002-05:00

The world does move on a woman’s hips

The restrictions we put on our selves
These tender little hooks we hang ourselves from
Lost in the trance – of your swaying hips
And the quick glance – cut of tongue
through her lips – feeling enhanced

how I wish for tomorrows sorrows to be all gone
how I long for this emptiness to be all wrong
Why is it always like it is
how It is - always like it is
always like it is - how it is in that song

Cause I look at your pants and I need
this rush of blood - to get out of my head – can’t get you out of my head
rupture release the quick one – while they’re away
And no I’m not ok – and yes you wear me out
One look at you – and I know what the answers are
What the answers
What the answers are all about

I know now without any doubt
That the world moves on a woman’s hips
And she holds all the cards
So clever with her tricks
how to set the sun
put my mind at ease
and send me adrift
there is no doubt
the world moves on a woman’s hips

and those tiny promises – held so close to one’s chest
with their pithy – antics and magnified semantics
the admiration of keeping honest secrets of the accused
forgetting a kiss is just a kiss and a lie just there to amuse
in moments like these – I mean in the end - someone always has to cry
someone’s always left used

Ohh now – how I wish for tomorrows sorrows to be gone
Ohh now – how I long for this emptiness to be wrong

The Sexual Revolution Will Be Televisied

2008-11-18T00:18:00.001-05:00

The Sexual Revolution Will Be Televisied
4-30-99

The Sexual Revolution Will Be Televisied
as blow winds meander
the moon into position
over a poison - protection - potion
for a dreamer's trump card
for a wish diver into deep shallow water
then climb out
by means of the steep of perpetual change
loosely rattling these chains
like hand cuff no shame

we are repression made
cautiously awaiting y2k
to bring back my baby
plastic made - rubber stained
god dam the shame

we fall into - instant comfort zones
of the sweet square sugar sugar candy cane
lame to the bone
i am not on loan
though sometimes i moan and groan
not to be alone - er -grrr

as i am happy
like gilmour - over waters - mason wall - who was wright
into a slow replay
here what i say
mean low down dirty shame
but i need to get laid

can't refuse the blame
of some media staged - re- arranged
play - gain - give - away
god dam the shame - blame
i'm ozzing - losing - goo - galing -lame
in this sane game
The Sexual Revolution Will Be Televisied

this poem is an im-plicity tantric metaphor

the black saint and the sinner lady

2008-11-18T00:17:00.002-05:00

the black saint and the sinner lady

these mad men running the race to extinction
a virus growing population main stream sensation
they we're always advancing multiplying manipulating
word games into temptation over no fly zone waves
telegraphic Tele nebaka Jesus somebody save me

and stop this mad man from rambling
all about Afro - play dough -NFL - gameday
always back to the game - back after these messages
or to cut in to show Heidi some mad man rambling

screeching black board jungles
can't say toucan Sam I am green eggs and then slam
they tell you to think but don't think for yourself
just listen to the mad man rambling

on a tangent of ornette free jazz
all that jazz and then paziz you've been had
only a thin gossamer curtain made you think you
were certain but it was just someone else Mc flirtin

a spring scarlet led in hand by hand by some mad man rambling
a schizophrenic cat a mad hatter and his hat
or a chess size her cat named ca purr na kiss
owned by a silly man with a silly grin
who sat under a cold willow tree
an old man rambling
scrambling eggs a la carte
par la vous Francis Mardi Gras
where's the car the van the nice white jacket man
to take this mad man rambling to a padded cell
decorated by Martha Stewart
soft pink white sky blue
and duck ducks goose down padding but of course

hey wake up - I got something to say

sunshine yields divinity

2008-11-18T00:17:00.001-05:00

sunshine yields divinity

sunshine yields divinity - on the inspiring wind
over the dew mist bliss - of morning din
it’s prism – a fractal display
falling on the curve of your cheek
invoking the myth - of love - to be weak
shaking walls – down to a thin powder
realizing the power - of lips kissing feet
this ethereal embracing causing a magnificent heat
our bodies – pulse with passion
under a dancing moon - fleshing out night
escaping the web of time – with it’s fading light
as I dream of you – under a starry sky
and the sand funnels through my hands
with a purpose – a vision of fate
for sunshine yields divinity
and a growing determination to win

Point upon point

2008-11-18T00:16:00.000-05:00

Point upon point
11-30-00

silence that rings in my ears
like a device triggering gears
moving – turning point upon point
Releasing spears
Cascading through canals
to hit upon bone – oh that sound
the dull knife wound of heart
that fell upon a joke
in a clover field
crashing melody
why not then this to fall upon me
laying wounded in the aftermath
of her pheromones trap
these eyes do gaze upon the wish
the spell so silently set a drift
Weaving through faerie dust
moments flickering
longing for a touch
from lips that speak such magic
this scent hits nose on head
causing a sudden rush
causing innocent to flirt
oh pheromone travel with speed
chasing down wet dreams
making them leave in such agony
they might even scream
and she sits spinning web
this the pheromone queen

babblings in the confessional part 1

2008-11-18T00:14:00.000-05:00

babblings in the confessional part 1

why should I lie
and hold back contempt

to release a vengeance inside
that becomes hate

then I am deserving of this lack of security
deserving of this self loath
deserving of this contained rage
deserving of this fate

then to awake to a new morning only to ask
did anyone tell the truth
did anyone feed the cat
did anyone want to love me
ha - imagine that

well I'm so tired of sex
I've been fucked over so many times
not once did I fell complete
just left alone to compete
in this lonely redundant world

so I enter a new realm
innocent laying in bed
as midnight sweat leaves my head
I fight and struggle then give in
these covers continue my sin
searching for this reality to end

then to a screaming vow
I hate you
but don't mean it
I love you
and can't believe it
this is the non - sense
I talk over and over again
I need a gun
a shot gun at that
end this misery
so you can watch it on TV
no I'll wish on a lash
some more childhood myth
that never lasts
followed with a crash
as I cash in on you

and you so full of shit
how can you stand yourself
how can you stand to kill
how can you stand to breathe
and I wish upon you life
death would be too easy

how I long for an instant
of pure and true thought
how I long to be able to care
in this world of hate
it's this wit
to the wind I spit

and as to truth
mother father
give rebirth to me
there will be no more
soul torture lie
I believe in love
I cry
the blues are too easy

and this my oath
to nothing I'll succeed
and in the end enter that guilty plea

as you continue to talk
cough up blood
that black soot inside
and wonder why

this is the way in the out
can't stand it anymore
no longer to point
as headlines read
another life another death

and what is worse
I can't change the course
I need - I want
to explode
to give into society rule
be the babbling fool
only when you mindless sheep
take up your own quill
write up your own will

for the end is near
the end is here
it's waiting for a new drug
in Times Square

The Uprising for a New Flag

2008-11-17T23:25:00.002-05:00

The Uprising for a New Flag

The Shrinks Couch

2008-11-17T23:25:00.001-05:00

The Shrinks Couch

still life (1st oil painting)

2008-11-17T23:24:00.000-05:00

still life (1st oil painting)

Rodney

2008-11-17T23:23:00.002-05:00

Rodney

Nude

2008-11-17T23:23:00.001-05:00

Nude

I Didn't Lie About it I Just Changed My Mind (detail)

2008-11-17T23:21:00.002-05:00

I Didn't Lie About it I Just Changed My Mind (detail)

Dinner Tray

2008-11-17T23:21:00.001-05:00

Dinner Tray

waiting

2008-11-17T22:27:00.001-05:00

waiting

the ocean is a live with the sounds of escape

2008-11-17T22:26:00.000-05:00

the ocean is a live with the sounds of escape

Fireworks 12

2008-11-17T22:25:00.002-05:00

Fireworks 12

Fireworks 8

2008-11-17T22:25:00.001-05:00

Fireworks 8

Fireworks 3

2008-11-17T22:22:00.001-05:00

Fireworks 3

Calla Lily

2008-11-17T22:21:00.001-05:00

Calla Lily

what words can say this instant
hello – may it dust off – eye lids gray
and this film is now wiped away – from
brown iris’s on white field

ivory – green stretches up to lips
that need not yield

awaiting softness

oh wet tender – new breath to enter in
as hand tumbles down to side
past calla lily lips
to travel - desert landscapes
slow against - sand dunes - the small of your back
flowing to the valley where your hair lies – awaking chaos
held – only in thoughts of where to begin
to encompass every inch of skin - with a thousand kisses
caressing every crevice and curve
sensing the tickle goose bumps - of hair standing on end
finger tip sensations - slippery - skate across navel down to knees
like that of ice cream in dreams

these motions over flowing emotions
again and again
short escapes of beautiful breathes
from - lips where ecstasy will lift

arching head tilting back
quick breath into laugh
in this moment nothing else exists
hands holding heaven
gazing into eyes glorified
a lover has never known
such exactness of warmth by their side

Joni Mitchell ( I'm breathing heavier)

2008-11-17T22:18:00.000-05:00

Joni Mitchell ( I'm breathing heavier)

I wanna be unforgiven
and know my future is certain
like Joan of arc

I wanna be a crusader - a masquerader
but I'm just a conspirator - manipulator
contemplator - a master masturbator

like english Bob - the assassinator
a killer - a thief - a bank robber
just like De Niro in heat
I wouldn't be a cheat

and go off to Hawaii - where it's hot
never been there before but I like it a lot
clear my nostrils with steam from that pot
my love tied in a not

to be is the question
I wanna be Shakespeare
and grow a beard
like Rueben Blades - and sing on stage with Lou Reed
and fuck Nico

or to be the cop out on the tiles
not to have piles - like Carrington - a teddy bear

bald but lucky to be alive though
and Dylan oh Dylan - can I say more
I wanna be Rueben Carter on the run - a hurricane - refugee
begging down on my knees
but I don't want to keep score

I wanna be prostrate - a prostitute - a hooker - a call girl
in a dirty subway stall - scraping the glass out of my feet
I'm die hard can you feel the beat
feel the beat of a funky drummer
a cymbal a symbol
I wanna be religious - religion - to get back to it
like a crucifix

I wanna be Ty Cobb a racist pig
be John Henry Malcolm X and Kennedy
and "die on a sunny day"
feel like some Jesus and Mary chain
hear that train - dance in the rain - yeah

I wanna be Gene Kelly - Fred Astaire
I want the world to care
have my obituary on the front page
with mourner's pictures inside
oh Diane - oh Diane

oh to be king and queen - to be oh so mean
and what about going on and on four Miles - on a Coltrane
I wanna be Charlie Parker
and fly off the handle like notes - into smoke filled heroin halls
the roaring soaring 20's 30's 40's 50's 60's 70's 80's 90's
are we all zero's in the year 2000

I wanna be a doctor - and have a god complex
cause I need a fix - I'm going down
you see mother superior she left town
left me to flex - my intuition
an invasion - wanna be the green man
a Rosewell Smurf - a Woody Woodpecker - Willie Wonka

all the sexual overtones - undertones of the Brady Bunch
be the perfect family on TV
the Leave it to Beaver
I'm breathing heavier
hi ho hi ho - it's off to work I go
to a go-go dancer's delight
refuse - defuse - feel confused - about who I'm supposed to be
can I have another hero please
a Superman - super duper new and improved plan

well he yo mud our comprehension

I wanna be a super model
stay in the shower all day
yeah I'm a pervert - need to convert
but I'm no introvert

oh - classification - multiplication
this is all way to complicated - need that education

I wanna be a revolutionary - mind bender - think tank ender - friendship blender
I wanna be sorry - and ask for forgiveness - but again I wanna be unforgiven

like that Jerry Spinger show
still entertainment though
and fuck the rain king - I wanna be the snow king
so I can cancel school - be the super pretend I did
so I can make the rules - break the rules - yes this my rouse

I wanna have the right to choose - have power mad blues
and be the freedom man

I wanna be a woman - so I can be multi orgasmic
but I'd have to give them to myself

I wanna be understanding - but still standing
in standing room only - I wanna sulk
in knee deep water - wanna be shallow
find someone to fly off with - like a swallow
into that blue night sky air - I'm breathing heavier

I wanna be skinny - got the skinny - get a skinned knee
but I'm fat - wanna be phat - imagine that
I wanna be alone - only when I want too
I need a girlfriend - a friend - but not A. Friend or so the story goes

I wanna be in rows - like Twain - Dickens and Salinger
all rolled into one - so roll up for the flop - pancake breakfast
two for one shop till you drop - motto of our day
I got to get paid

I wanna get up and get into it - get involved
say I'm black and I'm proud - in a cold sweat
yell out mother popcorn - please please please
I wanna be bewildered - and go crazy
Cause – baby you’re right - I don't mind being the prisoner of love - tonight

I wanna be Flo and say kiss my grits
in a man's world - I'll be a super bad sex machine
and I'll keep talking loud and saying nothing

about greed - cause greed is good
wanna be Michael Douglas in the Wall Street hood
and meet De vito - so we can dance and sing
all about our Da Feet Toes - lime item vetos

be a soccer player for primal scream - and let out some steam
wanna yell out goal!

I wanna be bad - wanna be good - wanna be Harry Hood
be a cartoon Colombo - move to Columbia - join a drug cartel
get on Miami Vice - wear a white jacket
go collect the insane - like bubble gum cards
ain't I a card - bored stiff are you

time to laugh it up
be Bugs Bunny - Daffy Duck
Barry Manilow - Boris Karlof - the Mummy - be scary
say careful with that axe Eugene -
Tommy can you hear me - Tommy Tommy Tom Waits
I wanna be a Pinball Wizard - Gandolf - lug wrench
I wanna be a wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
and Estimated Profit

write a movie - Titanic sounds good
T2 - sequels suck - exception to the rules
what about me I'm stuck in the tree
cat house - hot tin roof - rusted - B52 - UB40 - 9 - #9 - #9 - blew my mind

I wanna be Edgar Allen Poe - and pole vault my success
underground - above ground - sound as a pound
yeah - baby spice - I wanna throw up - regurgitate some more
make this go on like a bad attempt at Desolation - road to nowhere – Burning Down the House - paint is a chip of the old block by block - reach pier 62

I wanna be Syd - Syd hopes to trip his life away
Syd hopes to work in the market place someday

why is there a market place in my father's house
home is a home
be a door to door salesman
selling how to burn books
only on video - for 3 easy lifetime - payments - of a $1.95 plus - $669.99 shipping and handling the remote like its gold dust woman

I wanna be a joke that everyone forgets the punch line to
do another line you fool - your nose is bleeding

then there's no one left to be
I wanna be me - but I can't - there's to much at risk
I wanna be Joni Mitchell's guitar strings
I wanna sing

Recovered babblings at 1 AM

2008-11-17T22:15:00.000-05:00

Recovered babblings at 1 AM

Hello of sorts.
This is me.
Can you hear me?
understand me or will you accept me?
I ask this of you
this is my communion
I am your priest your lover your hater.
Do you know me?
you pass by me like a child running

I long for you
and no this is not just a love thing
This is a cry for help
more of a yell
late at night when it’s safe

Self pity, seems like old hat to me
I throw it on the fire
I need it to keep warm
warmth like a sheet no a blanket
it protects me
It is my soldier
this a mirror
a reflection of nothing but what was
A new beginning that will constantly start again
I am a star dimmer and the brightest one

Look around you quickly then suddenly stop
feel the dizziness as it surrounds you

This the merry go round
Note the word merry as it disappears
In that childhood distance
As we place it on the highest self
Now we keep it hidden
On display in a vacant store house
Our mind has lost it's map and
As dust settles on our sub conscious
The merry goes round and round

The feeling at this movement is tranquil
and I press the keys down hard
with authority
for I am not afraid
The words resonate in the night
As I think of you

How beautiful you are
the ugliest one is now so wonderful
Why?
Belief?
These words are mesmerizing
The world is de moralizing
Things at one o'clock I'm realizing

I start again for I can
Look around you
this time slow and breathe
always remember to breathe
now did you see that
so slow graceful like a dancer on wet grass
this a spider my entertainment

I ask again is pain beautiful
for it makes you feel
Close yourself off for an instant
Nothing can enter
nothing can touch you
do you feel safe?
Are you alone?
Do you hate yourself?
Do you love yourself?
What about that person next to you
or in the next room the next
They are beautiful
they are there for you
touch them
engulf their energy.
Give them yours
share.

What am I receiving this negative?
I hate negative energy,
and that word
it’s like no
or I can’t
You are wrong
you can
you should.

The love is in sight
the truth is in you.
Locate it.
Touch it.
Grab hold and don’t let go.
You are in love with yourself
now you are in love
feel the air go inside and out
it is whole
it makes you whole.
Like a God.
We are everything
the beginning the middle and the end
we are the truth
we create the myth
We will conquer
become one with the universe
we will thieve on each other.

Hello it is me again are you still there?

Sometimes I lose my place
and get to excited
and forget the pace
this is for you as much as for me
I will tell you something
I love you.
you know it
soft and corny eyed
as we become
hard shells our walls get to thick
sometimes we forget

Condemn me
if you must
push me away
if you must
call me weak
hate me
you can fear me
I will still love
I will bombard you with this
You can never understand me
Even as we are one we are truth we are hope.

there is hope
a faith we cannot fully comprehend
there is a whole
we must put the pieces together
Do not shut out the world
do not wallow in your despair
SCREAMS SCReams Screams screams
do not conquer yourself with hatred
do not close yourself off.
Answer with a affirming yes
and then touch me.
Say you love me
I need it as much as blood or breath
I need to know
I am loved
I need to know
I am whole
I need to know
I am.

Look around you again and scream life.
Exude it like a light
Enter me like a rain drop into a puddle
Accept me and embrace me.
Do not control me
affirm me like a teacher
and yes teach me all you know.
Carry me over the wet ground
but let me experience the water
Let me hurt
but not for to long.
I need experience
but pain is a drug
as I snap crack and power pop
I'll open up for the world to see
And have my naked truth dances through the crowd at rush hour
I am not worried that it will segregate me from the heard.
the heard is never heard.

Grab my hand and let us flow together,
Like a child into loving arms after a bad dream
Dropped ice cream
let me in and keep me warm.
Listen. Now into dream

It's real like glass
see through and go through.
It is me
it is here for you to take up and
share
I am whole when you give to me
You are distant
because I am alone
when you are right in front of me.
Enter me
conquer me
and we will breath.
And we will begin

BREATHE!

Run and dance
through the heat of winter
the cold of summer
enjoy the leaf like it is a poem
for it is.
Enjoy this solitude like a poem
for it is.
I miss the company
I miss the smell of you

So badly do I want to be bad

2008-11-17T22:14:00.002-05:00

So badly do I want to be bad

I want so badly to be bad

Why am I so soft
To be evil – apathy
But I sit back pathetic
I sit back easy
Watching – observing

But to be the beast
To rise - and take the feast
To let the fire burn
Watching the lemmings burn

To be the thief in the night
And not to worry
If what I did was right

Yet I’m left
Holding thorns – squeezing tight
Love and honesty – the constant fight
Honor loyalty – the flickering light

Like the moth trying to evolve
Wrapped in others lies
I can see it in your eyes
Thinking I believed you
I do think I tried
But constantly whipped by the cat o’nine
While dancing for you
I’m the puppet the pantomime

So badly do I want to be bad
To be the heartless one laughing
Rolling in the illusion of happiness

How badly do I want to be bad
Giving up on this delusion
This destiny this fate
Cancel it out
Snake eyes – crossed out
Lay the pennies on them
Take the last nail – sink it in
I will disappear – never to be seen again

Just fuck – I wanna be bad

Tired of rolling over – being a bitch
I’m feeling for a wound
Something to dig in
My fingers fingering – I’ve got a sudden itch

I’ll tear out the scars - I’ll drive off in my car
Screaming songs on the radio
Letting tears wash away – all the unused sins
Renounce the fears and begin

Enter Into the Luxury of My Escape

2008-11-17T22:14:00.001-05:00

Enter Into the Luxury of My Escape

I think about running – about jumping – about fleeing the scene – everyone’s here yet I feel so mean

I begin my exit – and enter into the luxury of my own escape

can’t handle the social – I feel anti social – so sorry so - as I leave – I’m fiending a rescue – never realized how much I needed you

until the other night - and again tonight – never felt so alone – rolling over in this blanket of snow – smoldering questions – smothering answers - with sleep

this glass of wine is so dry so – and tears begin to water these eyes – waiting for tomorrow’s Thanksgiving pies – with gram cracker crust

how I think now of what I must – and go about another day – and miss the way it used to be – so easy so – and how I felt free

been to long – since I could just lounge – with no thoughts cluttering my head

and I can’t lie – oh I gotta lay down – my fake smile turned upside inside out mirror reflects a frown

I think about those eyes - the happiness inside – and what must I do – how can I be with you

take you into my dreams – as eyes widen to shut – take you to the beach and a wicker hut – Jamaican sun – living life – that’s what I think about

the pulse of breath – the time to rest

a calm thought

I think about the blue sky yellow sun – and the master piece – the artist and their guns

so quickly these colors escape the pallet

I think about you somewhere else – with someone else – and the pounding beats of rain – are raveling in my pain – and these words release my name – my face

Secrets are heard in this enchanted case – and no judge or jury would set free someone as guilty as me

I think about holding you at night – sometimes - it’s the only way to make everything feel alright

I think about holding fierce and holding my own – I think about your voice on the phone - the feeling of you being close – the sensations of air when you pass by

I think about the chance I missed – when on that fateful night – I jumped ship – ran to the corner store – bought a ticket for the bus

I shouldn’t have missed you that much

I think about the flicker of your touch

and about the instant when your gone these moments last to long

the fleeting essence of your scent – as it hovers in air – so intense so – that all other memories disappears - and any sign of a smile feels to weird

I think about how I miss you – and how I hear you in every song

Break 1-17-01

2008-11-17T17:11:00.001-05:00

Break

I arrived – wonderfully crafted – but still under construction - the bewilderment of my own perplexity – with words rolling off tongue – the soul train – of a funkadelic maggot brain

Streaming over – a seam of consciousness – entombed in the frisk for another womb and landing at the party – a celebration for a wizard fink – toying with the gears of a clock – causing these thoughts to stop

And while one does blink – think or take another drink – gripping on tightly – to conceal – emotions in a – highly susceptible – highly flammable – highly votile box of – some after dinner mint – wild on – e – coyote ugly – acne – party – explosives ready to blow pop – wam bam – this is all just wool over your eyes – it’s all just another sham

A weak link – the missing link – a nod and a wink – brushing up next to – meekness the wallflower – the so slow solo dancer – movin’ up on ya – saying let me get next to ya – come on let the idea fester – it’ll warm up to ya – and all this starts – is the rethinking – yeah this boat might be sinkin’ – due to this lack of determination lack of motivation – maybe causing my own extinction – allowing agony to check back in – to quench thy thirst at the house of mirth – with pithy phonics spiraling down the drain - a sink hole – witness – of the dilemma of words – and which one first – as I sit to rehearse – another verse – debating whether or not to end this
with a hearse – riding off into the sunset

I need a break from all these words – running to the delta of note book lines – need to unwind – take a load off – just kick it – flip it around a bit – breath a sigh of relief

But just like the drug – this pen keeps calling back to me – like a disease – devising ways to kill it’s enemies

I need a break – need to relax – stop and not think – about reanalyzing manipulatyzing – and revising – all the digitizing pictures in memory – a flashing slide show – in a hall of mirrors – it’s all dissecting me – bright fragments of dimming Christmas lights – broken little pixels – of chemical models of molecules

I need a break – a side step away – away from this parchment – away from this ink this blood – this wine – but this prose is filtering – sand and mercury – funneling sifting through the fingers of father time’s hands – yes time my old nemesis and friend – back by popular demand – you my super hero – my super ego – E=MC2 comic relief – as you laugh at me this I do belief – you are the posser of the key – to the map – holding responsibilities with only cap. – and I’m waiting to see which of you turns your back

oh and god - money – I’ll do anything for you - but first let me wash the green stains from underneath the fingernails of blame – and corrow back in shame

I need a break – up – of any kind – of releationship – a woman to cry to – a woman to say hi to – a woman to say goodbye to – and hold throughout the night – to wake in morning light – in a placid bliss – a paradise that cannot purely exist – as I hold my cat – and linger my easy early morning gaze – across a quilted landscape – into folds and ripples – as wrinkled memories of sleep fade away – into de ja vu and day dreams – to have picnics in the park and snow – with the Easter bunny – the tooth faerie – and Santa Claus – somewhere where it’s safe after dark – and the hopeless romantic is set free – allowed to confess such beauty by his side – instead of keeping it all well hid on the inside – I’m starting to divide – derail from the train ride should let these emotions subside – and give in to these chains – from the man of constant sorrow – who let me borrow – until the morrow – and tomorrow tomorrow - tomorrow – and with all these tomorrows I still don’t know who I’m supposed to be

I need a break – maybe rob a bank – steal all the locks – and keep ‘em all in a safe hiding place – next to a jack-in-the-box – a furry lox – and some red and white striped socks – underneath which – I keep my fix – no and’s if’s or but’s – just a box of bics – no lies – no tricks – speaking only truth – prick my finger and let prose flow – with the ignorant innocent freedom of youth – corrupted only by what these blind eyes – are forced to see – forced to believe – fighting off all the propaganda and paranoia of our cartoon society

I need a break from the complexity of the simplicity – of what these crying eyes have seen – over an ocean of opportunities – that have passed by me – off into the stretch of some Hollywood horizon – sky – which taught me to be or not to be – or – not to be or to be – you see – this all gets way to confusing – need to side step away – and spend some time with me

I need a break – a vacation – it seems I should have enjoyed my time off before - before the shit hit the fan – before I became a man – and got distracted – need to get away from all these distractions – oh how I wish – I had just a fraction – of my childhood time I spent – wishing to be older – but I guess the genie misunderstood what I meant - oh to know then – what I only know now – and not to have to scream in solitude – why or how

I need a break – maybe sit next to a lake – throwing bread to the ducks and fish – the fire blazing in midnight heat – cool cool heat – a loud night to remind me to enjoy the silence – maybe I need to reach out and touch faith – like a danger mouse getting away with the cheese – on the run another adventure please – maybe climb a mountain or just a tree – or move incognito overseas – learn how to speak French Spanish Italian, Japanese or Lebanese – find a different culture to live in – to study in – or maybe go space flying with some monkeys – and get stuck in a banana tree or swing from a star – and carry moonbeams home in a jar
I need a break – a day off from even breathing – so my whole body and mind could relax – a day the government couldn’t tax – only my soul would be revived - soaking up all the energy it would need to – jive – strive – and survive – a day where I don’t day dream or do anything at all

Break up down

2008-11-17T17:03:00.000-05:00

Break up down

find I'm always on the run - expanding - explosion - the doors are flying open - shut slamming

I'm degrading you - mocking you - and kicking you - while your down - till the back stab - the let down

oh yes they will let you down

Dependency - despondent - fill in dependent - to public reaction - my minds in traction

I'm a bitch - snapping - up this mega phone - podium - by causing this pandemonium

I've been let down - to long - it's time to get up - and get knocked down again

It's getting dark underneath this foot

So I'm gonna start a revolution for one - take up my own flag and burn it down again - have my own baptism - then condemn myself - to the infinite paper cut

Can’t waste no more time - and I weigh every thought of you - and I know so much more - then you think - that you think - but if you did - did you stop to think

I feel the pressure of a new fuse - a new maze to get through - and I'm coming back swinging - arms flying

I thought I'd need you like a fix

I was wrong

there's always at least more then if not less then

2008-11-16T20:56:00.001-05:00

there's always at least more then if not less then

they passed as if neither were amazed

2008-11-16T20:55:00.001-05:00

they passed as if neither were amazed

Nebulus one

2008-11-16T20:53:00.002-05:00

Nebulus one

On the Couch

2008-11-16T20:53:00.001-05:00

On the Couch

The Curtain with

2008-11-16T20:52:00.000-05:00

The Curtain with

red lines dance amongst the reflection of a distant sun

2008-11-16T20:51:00.000-05:00

red lines dance amongst the reflection of a distant sun

The Wok & Roll

2008-11-16T20:50:00.000-05:00

The Wok & Roll

Left Side of the Soundboard

2008-11-16T20:48:00.001-05:00

Left Side of the Soundboard

The way I feel on a tilt ta whirl

2008-11-15T14:34:00.000-05:00

The way I feel on a tilt ta whirl (9-8-97)

Shut if off
Like a light switch
Turn around
Broken down
This the dying breed
My love an open book
For all to read
The TV commercial pitch
Just be
Is it them or me
This knife wound
Bothersome
A complication
In a manner of speaking
Out of control
The way I feel on a tilt-ta-whirl
A wish on a false eyelash
Betrayed thirty nine times
Or seven times seven
This woman my heaven
A bomb
Wound up tight
Turned on like a light
Emotion is yellow
And my lips shudder
On this word I write
I need to turn out the light

Piano

2008-11-15T14:33:00.000-05:00

piano '98

her fingers float above ivory foam rivers
coming to terms over the rocks
They're hard crash - low key orchestration
eyes flutter at every new movement
as the tea bag sits happily in its dish

the aroma here is of everything
the taste garage sale antique
I’d sit in wonderment of this place
I would go there so often
always with a quiet understanding
that when the door closed
it could be lonely and cold
other times so vibrant
I wore shadow glasses
and she would always play
so soothing
I feel now the addiction to her fingertips
how I wished - I could be her piano
everyone must dream to be that beautiful

the sound would climb
it moved - grooved - the tempo - the crescendo
you the enigma - I the innuendo
the song so smooth
the ocean waves - the moon the stars
they are my conversation

now you are gone
I am only this mirror
as I wade through I take a drug
but it never takes me to this place

I sit starring at the walls
the keys start to fall
the melody is on
I start to go - I begin to float

Blue Lips

2008-11-15T14:31:00.000-05:00

Blue Lips
10-22-98

where is this moment
this tranquil peace
yes peace

where is this breath
that I need - that I reach
pull and shove for
I am not below you
I am just longing for

The moment of purity
oh purity
I corrupted you long ago
oh womb
where I was safe
is there a way to get back
oh notes from your lips
I long for you

Just to hold someone sweet
but it is so cold underneath these blankets
and my company is limited to my breath
and the frozen blood just below my knees

peace peace
my blue lips struggle to say peace
as these emotionless hands strain for a fire
to the sky I turn
is there tranquil space

I dream of a moon
I am the only one there
it isn't different from here
but at least I dream

I Can't Write part ii

2008-11-15T14:29:00.001-05:00

I can’t write 12-07

I can’t write – don’t worry it’s just a passing phase – another bad day – a kick in the head – fall out of bed – with a bad luck dream – and a mojo cursed

Hands squirming – to a halt – at the fountain of youth – the serum to a cottoned mouth – then to return to a myth – but the second wind does now hit

No – I can’t sleep either – been up all night – just day dreaming – all about digging out – out of this hole – out of this trench – this grave

I feel dead – playing witness to a play – as the actors with dizzying accuracy re-design my thoughts – to navigate them - in this way that way - any which way and every way

I can’t think straight – I think in waves – with some zig zags – and jagged edge – walking – the razor – tip toe like a ballet – graceful moves in poetic breath

These eyes – dancing around issues – bouncing from star to star – from bar to bar – holding court with a moon – and bathing in morning dew

Magnificent – shimmering beams – oh morning sun – has thou conquered another night – causing mind to wander from thy slumber

Straight into distress – must get up – get set – and go get dressed – for more stress – ride on the coat tails to success – gotta be the best

I can’t fight this – leaving – soul less floating – taking flight – away from rush hour mess – watching as fog twirls from icicle lips – that can’t confess

And cannot write – about these sound scapes - haunting halls – bouncing off wall to wall – crashing - causing fingers - lips to a hush

I can’t sleep – holding the night as a vacant lover – that i’ve come to trust

Chaos of Love

2008-11-13T10:25:00.000-05:00

Private Collection

Chaos of Love
Oil - 22" by 22"

everything sits so perfectly nice and tight inside the box

2008-11-13T10:20:00.003-05:00

everything sits sew tight and perfect inside the box if measured right - 2007
Acrylic - first painting in almost 3 years with a switch from oil to acyrlic
16" by 18"

Over Thinking Morning Thoughts Contemplating Death in Between Bird Chirps

2008-11-13T10:18:00.002-05:00

Over Thinking Morning Thoughts Contemplating Death in Between Bird Chirps
Oil - 20" by 50"

That One

2008-11-13T10:17:00.001-05:00

That One - 2004
Oil approx. 20" by 30"
unfinished last of 2 paintings for almost 3 years

This One

2008-11-13T10:14:00.001-05:00

This One - 2004
Oil approx. 20" by 30"
unfinished last of 2 paintings for almost 3 years

FGU @ 4P

2008-11-12T22:11:00.000-05:00

FGU @ 4P

So roll up roll up a phatty – for the 4P – sur-real-ality tour – complete with jugglers clowns – and some Aztec to melt away – any possibilities of a frown – it’s absorbed under your tongue – dissipating – this sugree – suga-raye spillin’ that sugar – taking up the space

usually reserved for the - slumbering captain – up to the lip smackin’ - taste of – something that killed Elvis – and damn sam it’s cold – and damp – where’s the salamanders – burning – like a jet engines blaze – while Bo-bob’s doin’ dishes – wishin for those California waves –

and Reverend Green Dave’s passed out – in the old blue school bus - that Stella built - after the late night investigation - of a partial digital frontier Bujak rave – of atmospheric soundscapes – tunneling transcendental – mantras of movement – and Cheri’s off selling Steal-eee’s – to the highest bidder – proof that people – actually do pay for quality –

as the big bud’s - in jar’s grown by the greenest thumbs – with such TLC – you should’ve seen this one dude’s face – as some kid just being naïve - twisted up and crushed his precious – oh Smiegel – and in his reaction - you could feel his passion

So roll up roll up - for another magical mystery – potion – a modern day speakeasy – concoction – of fragmented thoughts – like a be-bob scat – gettin’ off on this or that tangent – runnin rabid – rabbit jumping

on back to that - old chicken shack – tweets up there tweetin’ away – that multi-color feathered psychedelic devil bird – don’t worry he’s in his cage – and why does the caged bird sing – paz – so light up – the grass – that is soul blue 39 – from the Kentucky mind – and master golfer - Bill Monroe – layin’ down that country homegrown funk – that authentic blend of Americana jazz – that ragtime flare – flippin’ lines and licks

and Scruggs - my name is earl – and this is the way I’m playing this to the world – even today the boundaries are being pulled and pushed – twisted and turned – and stir it up – gumbo stew brew – bluegrass - twisted and turned –

as I watch the xtc on Kim’s face – spinning – that rapturous grin – with a childlike glee – and a hint of madness – which initiated this rhyme – always keeping off time – with my off kilter mind’s eye – watching that smoke dance - from one mouth to the next – no curses no hex –
only the kind from those harvest fest-tiv-it-tee’s – a weekend party to elevate the evils of main street society – with two three four or more days of beautiful sunshine and blue skies – to go along with the full soulful swing – bending genres – and heritage – to a new sound –

they can’t be tamed – and ladies watch yourselves around these men – they’ve been sippin’ on the shine – laid back and feelin’ fine – they’d make snoop swell with pride – they be partying like they ain’t from the Hampton – throwing down get your root down – move your foot around - and then other one too – let the infectious – sounds –fiddlin’ around melody – over under and all around – the low end – smooth – as only free can be – so if you please – a little FGU – for our ears to take in so graciously – in our community – our extended family – we welcome back – home – Free Grass Union

Rye bread rising

2008-11-12T22:08:00.000-05:00

Rye bread rising (1998) remix (2008)

Rye bread rising – the steam – becoming a stream of conciseness – a smoke screen – of psychedelic beams - reflecting seams - off – of spiraling – splintered - spinning glitter dust

The particles floating into – prismatic – diamonds - hovering over in-between thoughts - of percipience – sent to eyes

the mirror balls – begin to swell – and the walls begin to breathe – everything here is - pulsating – gyrating

This magnified – hypnotized – mesmerized - continual bliss mystified

And all the while the rye still does rise

Steam smoke screen – here there’s nothing funny about peace love and understanding - it’s our scene - so serene – and no one here is all that mean

the dragon - well he’s still on the sofa – sittin’ next to a fire - that hasn’t gone out – the flames – dancing lights and shadows – blurring the lines - of the phantasmal hippie pride – of flower child smiles – no more miles of aisles Joni – just smiles – revealed in the variety - of only the highest quality – fine kind - dank dark and light green – got nuggets

Bowls of nuggets – Count Choco la nugget – Captain kanugget crunch - and munch – housin’ some nugs – on rye with great white leafs - I’ll have 7 grain – 12 grain nugget - kanugget flavored tofu – soy boy – oh boy healthy nuggets

Or maybe Domino’s has nuggets - I could order up - a supreme nugget pie - with extra nugs – Oh and I’ll have - a dozen kanugget kola’s - with hot sauce on the side

Or maybe some beer battered nuggets – or some Stir Fried Strawberry cheesecake ice cream – hot fudge whip cream and sprinkled nuggets – and then for desert – some double bubble – jungle rumblin’ up – a couple hits from the bong

That’s right Cheri – we’re feeling strong – when we all get along

Ok now – there’s good nuggets and great nuggets - never bad nuggets - only commerish and swag monster - with brown dirt weed – although Kind is the best - so we’ll make oils – rope soap – and maybe some Rye Threads to patch work quilt up some Halfstep – welcoming home old friends – with the rest

and it’s that rye rye – puff puff that gets me high - by and by it gets me - tongue twisted and tied – I cannot lie – it’s nugs that help me to jive strive and survive

and as I see it now - it’s another nugget - rhyme time philosophy - delivered through the captain - with one good eye
Speaking prose that flow and grow - like buds of green atop the tallest trees - spreading stories through beans and leaf

Like Damnsam - puttin’ on this Harvest Fest – man - year after year – never fear it’ll be here there and eventually everywhere

That we decide to - dance and sing – and like kid

we’ll be smokin’ funny things – seein’ funky dreams – just movin’ groovin’ to the beat – tappin’ our feet – to the plan – all about peace and love – while we spread these seeds - across the land
Teaching every child woman and man
To take dirt into hand – plant a seed and grow a tree
And then through - dissipating smoke rings - dreams and fantasies - in the morning air to scream

Freedom for all nuggets

Of such sticky stench they drench - this atmosphere
With whirling twirling – swirling – paisley patterns
Of spiraling smoke scattering a dizzying vortex of rainbow essence

And in that - fresh morning dew scent – lingers the memory – of that big welcoming - hopeful smile – the one we all lost – at the 8-9-95 mile marker - how it went away on some August day – yet still resides in our hearts – you can feel the linear melodies – taking us into – the beauty of good – the wonder of home – yup that’s Spud pickin’ on the five string – how we miss ‘em – big ups to you - and much love – but for now – back to our broadcast – all about freedom for our nugs

While the purple haze does now pass to another smiling face
Smiling phases of eyes that dilate
Due to something they ate
Some molly or sass – some butter made from grass
Or maybe a handful of stems or a couple caps
You know just for laughs
Some space cake – pez – altoids with an acidic aftertaste
Of such sweet breath – fluff
None of that bunk Spiderman stuff
Only white silver crystals of family kind
Will blow my mind - and let me unwind
Relax and rewind some childhood events
Like making blanket - tent cave fortresses
And watching shadows unfold the wall
Perspective angel’s colors and all - allowing me to just be – chillaxin’ – waxin’ poetically – phon-etically – slippin’ into darkness – under the trance of - finger tip mazes – lost in the motion of still movement – just grazing in the grass - feeling like – you’re all - friends of distinction – what a trip - just watchin as the world goes past – just grazing in the grass is a gas, baby can you dig it

As we all scream - Freedom for our nuggets

In such open fields of endless strains
And prayers for rain - a Van Goughesque sun shield sky
And irrigation for the crop - longing for those tops
The kola’s the peaks - the furthers from the weak and meek
It’s a crystal crescent primal scream crystal method remix
Of delirium dreams restructuring - the scene
Into serene dancing bouncing feet

Screaming freedom for our nuggets

The grateful kanuggets - aren’t we grateful for these nuggets
Sugar coated magnolia nuggets - fire up the ganja

Ok so kanuggets kanuggets kanuggets
Where are my nuggets - did cactus eat my nuggets
Where o’ where for art thou nuggets
I long for you – but you don’t show your face
I sit and wait for smoke to fill this space
For lungs to expand with your grace
In a puff puff pass pace
You nugget are my ace
Put you in my pipe and make a funny face
Cough cough hack cough

Then smile sit back and relax
Nugs are the exlax to my upset mind
Get rid of useless shit all the time

Rye snow nuggets

Oh – kanuggets where for art thou kanuggets
With your red hair flowing – growing – roots to clones
And clones to be flowered – under metal halliod – or HPS
No MSG – on my kanuggets please - no pressure – just love and much TLC - a green thumb and a nice glass piece

Circle round the Ekoostik Hookah

Lookin’ for fire in a bottle – got Jack Straw – speaker singing
One from high gate – blue sky – fine wine – grass tickling shoulder blades – in the distance – hey man, pass the joint this way

Oh kanuggets – my kanuggets of dank stank – never skank
Hovering over in-between thoughts
Of a better society – where our nuggets roam free
With sunshine as company
Going down RT 67 – with rows of corn husks
And nugget trees – in plain visibility – rooted in mother earth
This pure and natural herb
So I do say - freedom for our nuggets

Sitting under giant kanugget pine trees – letting their dandruff – of tri cones - fall upon us like that - of snow in snow globe kanugget scenes

Damsam I love nuggets

Reggae nuggets – natty dread locks
I keep my nugs in a box – or a jar – never keep ‘em to far
Let us smoke them - in a chair - at the fair
Let us share them – on a bus – double decker – in nugs we trust - my name is the captain – sometimes mcmonkgus
It’s women – music – and nuggs I lust
Don’t use metal cuz’ - glass never rusts

Neil Young kanuggets – long Cortez the Killer – Cowgirl in the Sand nuggets - Heart of Gold – Harvest Moon – cannabis cup – plants need to be cut - clipped and trimmed – cured and dried – in time - to stop this rhyme – nugs wouldn’t be a crime

So I do say freedom for these nuggets

Disco nuggets – square flashing floor lights
Feet swaying – got the bee gee’s playing
Smokin’ – THC – sippin’ on Hennessey – lickin’ up fluff
Sweat breath – puddle me
Rollin’ on molly – searchin’ for Jerry - down in Maui
Scuba divin’ – around an Octopus’s Garden
Eating rainforest crunch nuggets - crystal blue – soft – water mosaic - intervals – a fractal comic vortex – of pebbles and sand - see weed – smoke weed - green deep - Deep Banana Blackout - pockets for funk nuggets

So now Maceo – can I count it off
M-1 – 2 – 3 – 4 -20 – and stic.man
I smell skunk nuggets – rolled with dead prez
Into green blunts - blueberry with a burst of big berry taste
Never waste nuggets

Only freedom for all nuggets

Jazz nuggets – Mingus Monk Coltrane nuggets - did you know Louis Armstrong smoked nuggets everyday nuggets

Like at the 4P – the modern day speakeasy – where we love nuggets - soul nuggets – Sam Cooke a change is gonna come nuggets - thick velvet smoke - floating under black light – lite brites - strobe light flashing – bubbles – break dancing popping - flower hippie power – rye – TGI – THC – maybe some BC - or white widow would appease

The yearning – learning freedom for my nuggets

Thinkin’ back to - the modern day Johnny apple seed
Never planting for greed – only for need - for those who bleed
With HIV and cancer eyes - those we should all empathize
For they should never have to run and hide
Just to medicate – to ease the mind - to manipulate the brain to elevate the pain - but instead they are put in a cage
This is what makes me enraged
They should be allowed to smoke their gage
So first we need to set them free and then I’ll think about me

Cause all I wanna do is get high - and let the time slide and glide - as I watch another joint pass on by - it’s amber pop cracklin’ browing white paper - the ez wider – zig zag – joker – hempfire – filled with desire - as Sly’s I wanna take you higher
Absorbs this space - of such sweat taste - it brings a smile to my face - like the romantic tantrics of the fall wind - the tingle touch of skin against skin - watching smoke pour out from within - just watching the smoke come off the rye bread rising

Rising the sound it reverberates-echo’s freedom for all nuggets

Thank you nuggets – birthday nuggets – summer winter solstice nuggets - Kind nuggets – peace nuggets – rye nuggets – one blood nuggets – one love - Nuggets – got nuggets

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Home brewed – home grooved – home grown - real pure true – honest – love - what I’m talking about now – I’m talking about sound - I’m talking about music – I’m talking about love
And what’s coming up – what will be - emanating from this stage – will be not only be heard - but felt - in the key of kind – feeling fine - Keith – the mad hatter - keeping time - on skins – wraps – papers – with Bujak – and 88 black and whites – tickling the melody – falling into the pockets of – papa Eck – and Rev Green Dave blessing’s – of those prismatic diamonds – hovering over – and in between – the spirit – of soft goodness – the glow of motherhood – carrying that pure love – of family – in and amongst us – the energy is beyond words – this unexplained – how to feel home – even when the truth is unkind - notes and space - Taking us home – these smiling faces – these wide eyed optimists – these hopeful beings – these words – these beats – these meanderings of wonder-lust – there is no glitari here – only – true – only pure goodness – this is what I see – this is what I feel – from you – and now It’s time for this rapturous energy to expand – to rise – rise rise – rise – off of this rye bread rising – the steam is not a smoke screen – it’s a guiding light – showing us – pure goodness

Fireworks 6

2008-11-12T22:06:00.000-05:00

Fireworks 6

Fireworks 4

2008-11-12T22:05:00.000-05:00

Fireworks 4

Jeff Bujak at Red Square Albany NY - 2

2008-11-12T21:59:00.001-05:00

Jeff Bujak at Red Square Albany NY - 2

Jeff Bujak at Red Square Albany NY - 1

2008-11-12T21:58:00.000-05:00

Jeff Bujak at Red Square Albany NY - 1

EOTO and Crowd at Red Square Albany NY - 2

2008-11-12T21:50:00.001-05:00

EOTO and Crowd at Red Square Albany NY - 2

EOTO and Crowd at Red Square Albany NY - 1

2008-11-12T21:44:00.003-05:00

EOTO and Crowd at Red Square Albany NY - 1

EOTO at Red Square Albany NY - 3

2008-11-12T21:41:00.001-05:00

EOTO at Red Square Albany NY - 3

EOTO at Red Square Albany NY - 2

2008-11-12T21:39:00.002-05:00

EOTO at Red Square Albany NY - 2

EOTO at Red Square Albany NY - 1

2008-11-12T21:37:00.000-05:00

EOTO at Red Square Albany NY - 1

The Dragon's Sitting on the Sofa

2008-11-12T21:23:00.000-05:00

The Dragon's Sitting on the Sofa

Topographic

2008-11-12T21:22:00.001-05:00

Topographic

The Green Trident Pierces the Side Creating a Diversion and

2008-11-12T21:21:00.000-05:00

The Green Trident Pierces the Side Creating a Diversion and

There was Three Ways to Say it but None of 'em Worked

2008-11-12T19:31:00.003-05:00

There was Three Ways to Say it but None of 'em Worked

Red Fire

2008-11-12T19:31:00.002-05:00

Red Fire

The Blue Flame

2008-11-12T19:29:00.001-05:00

The Blue Flame

The Awakening

2008-11-12T19:09:00.001-05:00

The Awakening

Blue Nebulas Won

2008-11-12T19:08:00.000-05:00

Blue Nebulas Won

The Root

2008-11-12T19:07:00.000-05:00

The Root

Fireworks

2008-11-12T19:06:00.000-05:00

Fireworks 20