Faulkner writes at a New Orleans café Dust and floorboards with cockroaches Coffee like pain from the slave trade French rolls, wrought iron in the warm rain Spanish gables sigh like lost angels We are the immaculate children of Tolstoy Dreams of William Blake Bayou of the damned Napoleon dies marooned like a pauper Mice and men scream like a prophecy Your lovely breasts belong to the working class You run from every proletariat poet
Bridges like leather swamps Magnolia eyes hidden beneath English men Celtic mountains like pockets of gold She smiles like the French Quarter We walk brick streets made from conquistadors Across the square they’re playing strip tease Winners dance like Chloe’s of the Marquis de Sade Abducted to serve in the army of Columbus Languages sired by the Voyageurs Voyeurs of silk, John Steinbeck writes Exhibitionist crippled with religion We talk like strangers on a slave ship
Here comes the moon like a reservation Can you feel the balms of Incas? Towers of pagan blood Art from the West Indies Cajun gumbo and late night chess Fires and old streetcars Rituals as deep as fornication Nothing hollow tonight, nothing shallow All the sacrifices are over All the Geranimos gone All the ghosts in the wild wind Vicksburg and Atlanta burn
I am a documentary film maker and I write the majority of the music for my films. I have my own band and recording and audio-video studio in my home. Much of my music is used in my films. Three of my films are in stores as Dvd's. I also am a poetI am here to meet artists, poets and other musicians as well as other Christians.
Sounds of the highway; so peaceful to me Warm cool breeze ; smell of the country air Mountain views; snow covered mountain peak Turkey’s talking; eating their feed loving the country Life; country air in the breeze. This is where
A frame lifts the skirt of a portrait and throws her genitalia on your face. A twin blast has taken place. Why did you stand for eclecticism? The fables will miss you and blue horse will not return home. The
I want to go somewhere where the rain is like thunder and the sky is like an ocean; where everything around me is so loud I cannot hear my brains thoughts; screams running through my skull and wrapping around my