A poem I wrote 20 years ago

the first time i called  he cried
the second time a fat lady picked up
   & said he was gone then laughed
       the third time a guy picked up & thought
 that i was him & asked why i was
 calling myself
       the fourth time i called he laughed & cried
     & said he had to go listen 2 dance music
        the fifth time i called they told me he was
 under the weather

Two galleries added

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Three Galleries added to my eponymous site

Intercourse in Colours

Articles of Confederation

2012

2013

YOU HETEROPATRIARCHAL WHITE-OVERPRIVILEGED CREEP (there are tanks in the streets) (2014)
Acrylic and chalk on cardboard (45 x 32)

YOU HETEROPATRIARCHAL WHITE-OVERPRIVILEGED CREEP (there are tanks in the streets) (2014)

Acrylic and chalk on cardboard (45 x 32)

No Future (2014)
Paper on paper

No Future (2014)

Paper on paper

But it is questionable if even bare life is possible, denuded of all meaning. And the meaning put into it by millennial politics of the current type is as unsubstantial as a mist on a Never-Never landscape.
Wyndham Lewis
Abomanasion (2014)
Paper on paper (8x11)

Abomanasion (2014)

Paper on paper (8x11)