In a former existence, I was a bard, a teller of tales, a public stroller extolling the virtues of higher ideals in colorful tights and pantaloons, and now, I think it is time that I thoughtfully and thoroughly expose you to that softer more expressive side of myself.
Some, like this one, are performance pieces iv'e done, others are just jotted little trinkets, and others are just, well, other. I'll add to it at my leisure or as your gratuitous awe and admiration merits. Enjoy.
Love Story
we were...
Artist and Arsonists
we soaked our catharsis in kerosene and arsenic
Rags for Molotov cocktails
set sail into
gated communities and corporate prisons
we were...
Artists and Arsonists
Artists and Arsonists
We got high
on second-hand fermeldehyde and screw-top wine
Baptized in the sun dried cesspool
it was too much to stay alive sometimes
We were dyin’
we were...
Artists and Arsonists
Artists and Arsonists
We dropped BOMBS on the Pyramids of Giza!
We dropped BOMBS on the surface of the sun!
We dropped BOMBS on the White House lawn!
We torched the stoic roadhouse and skipped town by dawn!
We were...
Artists and Arsonists
Artists and Arsonists
And we didn’t genuflect to NOBODY!
....We were in love.