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| Eye In the Sky 2002 oil on canvas 12"x 17.5" |
| spread wide for all to see, a transgression is complete. As I try to climb the staircase flakes of skin cake the floor and my knuckle cracks on its own, the gift that keeps on giving is mine no more, Doors are still open but in my mind they might as well be closed. The people are like ants with antennas set to frequency,but I lost mine long ago in a tub filled with discrepancy. I've felt this Mysterium before, like a memory that I sold for a quarter dollar and a can of skoal. Albuquerque is just a scream away;where Convienence is shrink-wrapped in the closet, sealed with imperfection; all I need is purpose,not a mission. The means to accomplish are many but resources are depleted.I long for a splint to heal my hand so that I may again bend the waves of perception with a tight rubber Band.Signs on the road have doubled the "O". A destination that finds you while at your weakest is not always hidden under the cover of darkness; its easier to fake what you can't hide,when even the truth is a lie in disguise. |
| Beads of sweat wiped from the brow, do you love a fuck song more than life itself? Or is it a facade? A last stand? Maybe a power display that duped First Man. Poison from the tip of the stem down to the root, a pistel on display whispers sweet sophistry in a kissing booth. |
| Flora de Florum |