Journal snippets:

"The mysterious weakness of a man's face" - Sartre

"As long as space remains, and as long as sentient beings remain, until then I too remain, and help dispel the misery of the world." - Buddhist prayer (from the Dalai Lama's [favorite] prayer before the US Senate.)


Painting notes:
Why one painting is working and the other is not:

-Stronger/better thought-out color relationships
-Forms are "defined"
-Trust and romance
-Better interaction of opaque ("painted") and transparent
-BALLS.


Poem:

I'll rock myself to sleep
and come up at dawn...
Opiate dreams of you,
your face blooming as the poppy,
bursting red,
moving over me
and down my throat
and I can still breathe
until you drown me again
at nightfall.

*

Nothing... nothing at all, all through me.

*
Rearranged slices from a couple of poems.


I want my bed, all of it and all of my self
to reek, seaweed and sea foam
caught between rocks, dead
starfish washed up

The sounds of the highway are oceanic--do they
move with the moon?  As I do?

(some cheesy yet raunchy shit)


...Like a kitten
licking her paws after her first kill,
I am thinking of you.

Whoever you are, I could eat you alive.


*
Offering


My skin feels unreal,
strange.
It may not belong to me.
...It could be yours.