Dolores, 4′ x 5′ acrylic painting


death does not bother here

into boiling tar black

I cannot see
touching the earth

silent my naked feet
through ant mazes
I follow you

pounding blood
wets my soul
blindness does not hold
ears to deafness in this place
nocturnal rants plow over
rusting tears
I do not reach you
your flesh vanishes
wind through light

shadows no longer
chain dreams
to this hollow
its emptiness curdling
the stench sour
senses abandon
chill my heart
I can no longer find my way home
I do not want to
death does not bother here
sketched during road trip to New Hampshire

a little fleshy fun…

a little fleshy fun…

your hold is not on my heart
it’s under my skin
you have me
eating out of your hand
and I can’t escape
I’m wrapped around your finger
bound quite tightly
under your thumb

my friends often warn
I should be more wary
but I’m defiantly thick-skinned
and absolutely stuck on you

either that
or just very

Two Head

Weird Hat done a few months ago just for fun…

Blogger G

would I know you, Blogger G
would you know me
if we passed each other on the street
on a mountain path
in a crowded mall
in a dark crevice
would I feel your words
would you sense my visual energy
is there a virtual language we might speak

do we know each other well enough
to know each other at all
all this time
intimately connecting at the push of a button
I wonder, Blogger G
would we hug
would it be a handshake
perhaps something more

how well do we know one another
when these machines allow us to be
whoever we want
there are times
Blogger G

I will admit
I write while pretending I’m someone else
my art
might represent me
other times, I don’t know what it means
how about you
Blogger G
do you create as yourself
or do you channel some netherworld persona

I think, my friend
unless we are wearing
our digital masks
we won’t even know when
we’ve stepped on each others’ toes
so I wonder
Blogger G
after all this time
if we ever really knew each other at all…

mint eyes

mint eyes

bakery special

the first time I saw you
I loved Rocky
you didn’t know that
you were like Stallone
but much taller, good for my tallness
I was working behind the bakery counter at the mall
you caught me staring
I looked for you after that
next time, I caught you staring
and then
there you were one day
waiting for me at the bakery counter
I was so nervous when you asked for my address
I wrote ‘Cannoli-al’ instead of Colonial
you wore a big, bright football jacket that fit your gleaming black Mustang
I thought I hit the jackpot
you thought you’d use me
I thought again, the joke is on you
I’m not that special

Smiling Clown

Smiling Clown

Clown done a few months back and previously published.
Poem goes way back to high school DAZE πŸ˜‰

Smile Everlasting

illuminating the atmosphere
she leaves a room
her brightness remains
how blessed are those
sharing the light of her company
I’d love to believe
moments live on forever
I’d like to be remembered
for my mother’s breathtaking smile
millie's smileMay you dream of all selfless mothers everlasting…

Photos taken from two entertainment shows my mom’s community center put on. In both pics she (I think) lip syncing Peggy Lee. In real life my mom has lovely brown hair and doesn’t wear plastered makeup, but she gets a kick out of these pics. I hope you do too. In the top photo (most recent) she is 79 years old, photo below she is 78.
Below is one of my kooky graphics from a few months back. Done in Prisma pencil.

Aged Smile

Aged Smile