Uneverything

 

 

 

 

 

                                                           
                                                                 The unweary traveler
                                                       3.3x3.4 "Acrylic and pen on wood



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style

Notes of concern:

17.  planet should last long enough to have people walking around with pants completely
pulled down as the style, but the concern is whether this will have a negative impact on
health, particularly walking long distances.

 

 

 

Delivery Man 2013

 Acrylic Paint On Aceo Card

 3.5"x 2.5" 

 

 

 

 

I am the delivery man, and I have eggs to deliver.

Price: $ 10.99

 

 

 

 

 

Dear Mom

Thanks for all your help and comfort
during our time together. Im so sorry the
end was a little rough for you. I tried
to help the best I could.
You said you'll be there when my
time comes and I do believe you will
be .
I love you.

and too how and and why are

like our
myths or
at the tip of the throat
glimpses

resting on life
like an urge to taste
or being the pale shadow
on the edge of moving light

just as something as nothing

..   ...

..

once

a heartbeat carried down stairs
but still was only here like now

with all the words left out

a love smuggled out in truth
so everything agreed

in steps patterned after themselves
in tender tones

spoken gently
gradually 
fell
all into one voice


...
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..

in an instant

I have lost my love and the sea
after a single voyage at the same
time

despite sunlight swings
and low rain cylinders

to sway is the who of you
as the night steals the sun
 how now
   all the sea flies are gone

...



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The principle of super ghost

I used to subscribe to love like a magazine,
the covers changing
stories
and what lies
behind its writings
read

it can only work if we don't know what love is
as it sits or sleeps
how the sun and shade feel good
or being convinced


.....

about me

hiding each night
in a different
place

unconsciously placed
weightless as the new sky
the language between our dreams


like stepping over something slowly
in the dark
this deep falling
this love
warmed light


..

christmas wine for me an you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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my ribs open and take you in

I sat with spring like an old friend
in the park
before she was born
untethered of wonder
shuddering
to let go of things
the way they sink,
everything into you



.......

"10,000 years from the end of time"

bare as the whole thing contained
in a storm paused near the horizon
love

left to grow into lines of slow dreams
woven over into ourselves
and at each distant passing
all the words meant for us alone
beyond the delicate sayings
all theeze thoughts you gave me



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