Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The dreamer, the unwoken fool.

High on a hill in El Dorado.

A year past, you ain't heard much of sound.

Now you hear everywhere.

My father said to me, "But you can't swim."

And I've never dreamed of the sea again.

With credibility,

comparison.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

It won't be complicated.

It won't be interesting either.

A man can't

just sit around.

Monday, September 28, 2009

We don't make art.

We use it up.

But he didn't.

So he died.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

I love my dead gay son.

Cherry Blossoms - Hanami - 6/10. One hundred and twenty-seven minutes. A husband 'looking' for his dead wife in the afterlife isn't an uninteresting idea, and yet.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

If wishes were fishes,

the seas would be empty.

There's so much involved

in just maintaining.

What is our aversion

to doing what we want to do.

The myth of America.

Weighed down by too many dreams.

If you can't explain it simply,

you don't understand it well enough.

I cannot make you see the color red.

I can only make you want to see it.