The stoner king
the lizard king was laid backbeneath the swirling skyhappy with his consortswho taught him how to fly. . .he often wore his colorsthey were his alibiwhen flying in his madnessfrom his lovers sad outcry. . .away from all thats holyunto his Lorelei.where all his hopes were fal'nto the shattered by and by. . .just beyond the circleof the how come and the whyso busy with his verseshe failed to say goodbye. . .January 1976considering Jim Morrison
Kangaroos
Pink and Purple Kangaroos
Procoise
What is this snirkling?this fleering grask?i've seen the most of itand wondered in disbelief,that any could be the same, yes, accurate is the word.Hordes, yea, throngs of common brandisement,and of practious selfing;snatched up by cladverse tropiads,which means so little in else,except that which we know to bemetaphorseical and pratalient,However, after a dispurrious grancelas one might expect,so then there came a walcinagefrom out of the catchmentand in a simple boundbroached the medillius Gazingah.1973
Casino Noise
CasinoiseCasinoiseCasinoiseCasinoiseCasinoise
Primal search
purple depthswhere shadows lullat the edgeof darkest penetrationof myself,past this placewhere thoughts ,and beyond this. . .into the starsleaving memoryveiled and drapedin shapeless fog. . . 1990
Sloops and a buttermilk sky
Cold and windy December 2007
Botleshop,Battleshop.Bottleship,Battleship.
Oh, Bottleship, with foaming bows,your weapons fire so fast,heavy metal, sea-green hues,and yellow shades contrast.The stainless cannonsbelch their loads,and roar and seem to blast,the acrid smell of burning brewreels me into my past.Your heat and steamand bursting bombsmight leave the weak aghast,but I must endurethe long night shiftbelow your savage mast.I see the changing tides and musehow long this ship might last?1994 Contemplating retirementfromthe Brewery.
Blues Castle
Princely sums nor wealth untold
might ne'er be quite enough
to stop the flow
of that anxious flood
of rolling blues,
but e'en though
you fear complete inundation
by those blues, those awful blues,
they're only in your mind,
and you know how strong you are. . .
so the blues castle
is just the way you think you are,
and the blues,
those awful blues
are just only what they are. . .
1990
Hangover
Hangover. . or The Wrath of Grapes
Crabnest
In a nest of pinchy crabs, everything is up for grabs.
verdancylliae
In the
jungle,
the
green
on
green
lizard
basks
and
his
lizard-eye
is all
seeing . . .
2007
Cheeeese
The meaning of this drawing is lost on me.
Envy
Envy is one ofthe greatest sorrowsof human existencesome people envy othersfor what they possess,some envy thosewho do not envy others. . .1991
Off and away
. . .sliding lowand sinking downlowerthe deeper I sinkthe better I floatthe slower I move the faster I golocked tightinto detachment . . .1987
Returning to Lysurgia
Returning to Lysurgia and the Mountains of the Moon
turndown man
the turndown man is hidingbehind his simple planhiding in the middleof his high and mighty clanthe turndown man is livingwithin his fragile moldgrasping from the insidewith a tight and aching holdthe turndown man is waitingbeyond a drifting cloudhoping for a messageringing clear and loudthe turndown man is runningfrom Karma's heavy rollwaiting in a tormentwhen the bell of life would tollthe turndown man is slidingon the slippery side of lovefeeling like a jumperlooking for a shove1981
nightbirds and the smiley face moon . . .
Seasons Greetings from Pensacola,Florida 2007
Winter Sailors
winter sailors ride the swellson chilling blades of windwinter sailors must be boldthe northern breeze will ne'er bendwinter sailors hold their ownagainst the odds of fatewinter sailors cold as bonetheir sails are hard and straightwinter sailors on the seathey hope their course is trueand yet know somehowit could be sad and bluewinter sailors sail awaythey voyage all alonetheir sails are set upona cruise they can't postpone2007