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after a limited yet exhausting telephone survey of 2,712,554 people, we concluded:
one's own life is a terrible place to get trapped in








greenhorse the shampoo filibustering
shrivelled tulip beckons dawn
in chaplinesque colors of sadistic regret
tremor slightly
chasing the sponge bone by candlelight
sugar the tulip'd embrace my shamrocked eskimo of tears rivets the rooftop to a chandelier with eyebrows of rain droplets and sequinned glances of a thumbnail.
in the folds of swiss silk
life as heartbeat
mother to a shallow noon
to a mushroomed embrace
a tranquil clock of meadowland
languid lipstick on a borrowed finger.


travertied by love's siren song of
majestic half-measures
& kiltered grace
porcupines eat the
dirt of ages
rage swallows inside its
own plastic bag of doubt
&now the circle undulates its presence
bursts forth like a
cadillac in a cul-de-sac
storm-troopers to the elephant-tea-cup
you whisper
The cracks of salmonite have deserted you because you lie and were shallow
because you lived your life in a foggy blur
and never worshipped the divine testicle which is your own
amongst clovers of mirth & honey-dew blossoming
so I have forsaken you
and I said
The storm of humdrum has been removed by palette
but I shall return with prayer & sudden effigies
all silent in the tombstone
of books is purple fury waves cracking
undermeans
in the crystal salt life
crystal life.........salt of tears

















guantanamo bay


the Queen of England re-visits Las Vegas, 2007

mixed media, mainly bread and cereal on ceramic

gggggggg
.................................help! i am being held prisoner!







..................................when i get out of here, someone's in big trouble!


..............................................there's light at the end of the tunnel
.................................................................................................all is holey....... be hindu proverb


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