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What's the Matter?

8/31/2025

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We're all the same,
A face with no name.
A crowd of dry husks,
Who preach and who busk.

Leave me alone.
Unplug the phone.
Just go away.
Can't hear what you say.

Only myself,
To keep in my mind.
Put on the high shelf
From the bothering kind.

Since it's just me,
I'm now one of us.
Fancy and free
From morning to dusk.

A rattling can,
A ping without pong.
In a city of flies
I'm now the King Kong.

Except there's no action.
There must be a cure.
I wish a retraction.
I'll have to endure.

Put back how it was.
I know now my fate.
I think it's because
I love what I hate.

5/4/25
ZONE S2E27


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Bouncy House

8/28/2025

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pencils, sketchbook, 2025
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Dusty Roads

8/27/2025

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O'er bridge and field
I have come.
Over memories
Old and young.

I've seen so many
Leave a trace
Of life. For them
It was a race.

No end in sight
There is for me.
From this vantage
I can see

People coming.
Then they go,
While I stand stalwart
Because I know

I'm staying here,
While they drift by.
Within this room
I am a fly,

Watching, hearing
What they do.
Lot's of living
Passing through.

Yet for me, there is no rush.
No revelations forth to gush.
I'm like a redwood or an oak
Each ring a lifetime with you folk.

I've seen so much,
That I could tell
Who helped him up,
When Jesus fell.

Heard Abe's throat clear
At the address
Of Gettysburg
In the after mess.

I've watched them landing
On the moon
From the tv tent
Of my platoon.

You smirk and tell me
You've seen enough.
You smug, self-righteous
Powder puff.

I should have left you
Along the route,
Muttering mama
To taste the boot

That put a hole
Where time goes through
And left a dusty
You Know Who.


8/24/20
ZONE S1E24
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The Naked City

8/26/2025

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linocut on paper, 6.5x8", 2025
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Lights Out

8/25/2025

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Neck tie party,
Hang around.
Getting started.
Set up, then down.

Forward/ backward
Future/past.
On a horse,
This taxi, fast.

"Too much mouth, kid,
Not enough brains."
"You're evil, Caswell.
Let go the reigns."

Look at the world
Of Right and Wrong.
Jingle, jangling
All along.

At the end,
The lights will flicker.
Horns blare hope
Blood pools thicker.

The city sparkles
From far away.
The mesa howls
What preachers say.

So button your shirt.
And comb your hair.
Straighten your tie.
Then say your prayer.


9/1/20
ZONE S1E26
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Blvd.

8/14/2025

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watercolor, sketchbook. 2025
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Extra Ordinary

8/13/2025

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Did I stutter?
Did I curse?
Did I attempt to
Lift your purse?

Mild mannered,
Quiet mouse,
Selling vacuous
House to house.

All your thumbs
Still keep me down.
Tonight, I'll take it
On the town.

A special gift,
The use of strength.
It will impress,
But at what length?

Out of ordinary,
I will reside.
Your dull attention,
Won't break my stride.

Once it's gone,
You will recede.
To tend another
Carcass feed.

And yet another
Trick awaits
To buff the shine
On pearly gates.

But in the end,
It's all the same.
Another bored,
Indifferent game.

2/10/25
​ZONE S2 E19


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Pick up a few things

8/6/2025

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sketchbook, colored pencils, 2025
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Baby's Bathwater

8/4/2025

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Snapshot. Mrs, Mister.
Your brother's baby sister
Sees the truth come early.
She giggles high and girly.

Husband anxious, wanting.
His wife in furs, keeps taunting,
Beckoning and baiting.
A Frenchman has been waiting.

He's ready for the laundry.
Jeepers! Quite a quandary.
To smile and then say cheese.
Oh mercy, pretty please.

Oh dear, the high humanity.
This mirror shows our vanity.
Big cars and sparkly trouble.
A fortuitous kerfuffle.

That window's always beckoned.
A developing twist, I reckon.
Don't jump to quick conclusions.
You'll be headed for a bruisin.

Down in bright courtyard,
You've taken it pretty hard.
Overexposed and redirected.

The negatives come back rejected.

11/22/24
ZONE S2E10

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Signor Si'

8/2/2025

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ink intaglio on paper, 1999
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Obsolete

8/1/2025

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Here before me,
Stand accused.
Your contributions.
We're unamused.

Your crime:

Your mind
Your independence.
Your thoughts.
Your words

Now less
Repentant.

Hang loose,
Resplendent,
With romance
And passion.

We've since
Moved on.
You're out
Of fashion.

Time to send you
Into
Liquefaction.

Obsolete.

It sounds so neat.
Nice and sweet.
A tray of treats.

Please sit down.
We're selling
Your conscience
By the pound.

In kind reprieve,
Your begging hour,

Fall on your knees.
Let cries devour

The empty station
You abandoned.

Now that life
seems less so
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Random.

Resplendent
And sartorial,
We'll be in line
At your memorial.


5/22/25
ZONE S2E29

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