August 24, 2011
posting
I’ve been a bad blogger lately, I’ve been a bad poet, I’ve been in a fuck ton of pain and cannot function physically or mentally lately.
I cannot apologize for my disabilities –
I’ve added a link to the right which you must copy and put in your browser and do what is right.
So my posting today has a lot to do with pleading for help for another.
so here is a poem.
untitled
I’ve never fallen to my knees
and prayed to God;
tumbling on loose cobblestones
in old town squares,
I’ve spilled coffee over my shoes
but not often new ones.
perplexed but not quite daunted
or reversed stretching out at the frailty
and being only man among men,
poets.
2.
walk with me,
though I do not walk so much as sway, pitch
or stagger.
walk with me,
though I shall be muted, scarcely
swinging my arms at the sides.
walk with me,
though hell I walk, ancient seraphim
in ash and agony.
walk with me,
though hell is too wide for eidetic
narrative.
– hoc scripsi
Published: Bicycle Review April 15th 2011
August 21, 2011
Sunday
We are brought to a lazy Sunday. Last night around two-thirty I drugged myself with the idea of unconsciousness – by three am it worked.
In dream the world was melting while I was watching from the side, as a wallflower in an oil painting awash in mineral spirits.
Today, we begin the final phase of painting my sons play room, nee my writing room. This will involve stick figures actual size if actual size were about four and a half tall. This will involve hand prints and foot steps up the wall. This will involve many brushes and five assorted colors all chosen by their individual brilliance which will be handy as they are being hand painted over a code red wall.
I am reminded by this process that I did go to an arts college. Majored in fine art and art history. I can paint and draw. it is just depending on the level of seriousness at which I lose myself and my mental capabilities.
I long for canvass again.
be one with caffeine and cigarettes. Love life love yer wife.
– me.
