the bride comes at night

the groom waits on the holy hill
above the city,
the city that sleeps
in deaths dream
fallen in the darkness
but in the shadow still
the wedding bond
brings together
the lost with the found
and the communion of body with bone,
in the morning bright
the name,
the white stone

The Soft Roaring...

In Munich
where I met with the new unknown
the I don't know
the silent self
the next to sex
the truth
the endless other
like the river
over and over again
new and temporary stream
the empty only filled
by the source in a dream
then quietly
wait
   wait
            waiting
drawing and sketching
telling the story
the experience seen
and through the ink
the invisible
the inconceivable
giant
tiny
me

Faire des ricochets

Canal de St Martin

Prague inside Prayer

I walk with my lonesome soul
past the scream of the tormented mind
the female falling
with devil in hand
spills of  ink
the twisted self
then
smoke in the breath
stone carved street
the near smell of death
and wandering thoughts
and wandering feets
meet the cold December night
in the shadow of spires and liars
to drink pure the
excellence of  a walk through a sketch
and revel slow
 I exist

Stripes and Stripes and Stripes

heal the line
between the relations
close the distance
the line was thine
written across the back
red river between the blades
and we walk
covered
connected in vine
my line
till ripe
stripes stripes stripes

 

Locked Doors and High Towers

and stuck on the outside
 the terrible beast within
with the latch on the  inside
I wait and wonder
and chat with the passers by
as I strip my own armor
and trade my weapons of words
for silence
and sandwiches
in  the shade
of an apple tree
in view from the window

I knew I would see something amazing

If only I look right
Look long
wait
and
see
Another of LA's character gives an excellent performance at Broadway and Griffin