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This white page is so much cheesier than my mouse.
No balls, just lasered,
Sterile and cold. Blowing high
With the suffering clouds.

You have no idea
As I talk and the words fall
Like icicles
Before they can reach you.
Its me. Its me. You

You would rather hear about Hera, wouldn’t you?

Claws, red
With acetone blood,
Like the soft hole of her mouth

Wet red.

Again and again I could circle her painted eyes,
Hoping for an arrow to dart my way.

My life, my time, my young man days
Are dashed upon her stone hard beauty.
Sculpted in softness
Flowing rock, lava flow
Blazing.

Arrogant Bees

Arrogant Bees

Stinging my eyes and you laugh,
A sunset mourning for today’s flowers,

Tears caress, carelessly crying
Drowned, out by your cackling. Don’t stop
Remembering me. Render my fat, as you would make soap,
The kind that stings
Your eyes in the shower.

Long Live Wolf Kahn

My favorite living artist is German born Wolf Kahn. There should really be more accessible images of his best work online, but here is an interesting sample:




Wolf, wherever you are today, thanks for pushing the butter fat around. For those of you who want a better look at his work, see the book 'Wolf Kahn' by Justin Spring. See it at Amazon and buy it.