a short sharp curse on the fuckers who fold the corners of library books and smear chocolate or god knows what and boogers.

they probly put their dirty shoes on couches and bus and theater seats too eh. is this too peevish. l'chaim.

all of those invasive species must be sacrificed to the one god whodat.

and we were strangers when she told me about her dead son.

and what do these pictures illustrate. the shortest light. the green shoot in winter. the coiling vine. oh, incipience and struggle clearing.

it's his birthday yes but it's a solstice of more import, an incidental birth, a soulstice, ha.

covert expansion

coyote baby two

coyote baby one

criminal country, country criminal

dream stick2

dream stick3

dream stick

dreams tick

dreamstick

hidd

his reality is not called that way

i'm a forked being. of sodden meaninglessness and guttering spark.

my birth was an accident but not caused by my mom. but that would be a footnote if it were a book.

i was preoccupied at the time. i was searching, sort of disgruntled. the dog was very gracious and what i would deem indulgent.

jewelled moss wintergarden

light love 3

light love 4

light love 5

light love

light lover

mutatis muts/ando

nothing. it means nothing if you want.

i call him paul potsherd

people stalk

people kill

pup star

sometimes i don't see good but i see well

tear it down, they cried, tear it down to its foundations.

terroir of wooded island

the magic place

the space of the hawk rest

they cannot eradicate the subtle bodies.

i'm thinking a lot but not very well. copp keeps wondering what i'm doing, going to do, thinking, i tell him i wish i could tell ya buddy, i don't even know myself.

the thugs are so quiet, its like a dream i forget i'm dreaming but remind myself i'm dreaming and they might come loudly true again.

today i met a fellow bringing bread and he remembered my dogs and i remembered his dog and he said that was my son. oh, sorry i said, that's ok he said.  he's a dogboy i said.

tranquill with a chance of human drones

we're the people of the lie.

x trees await the xmas executioners. well by fortune perhaps they don't wait, but they may sense the steps of stealthy saws.

even in their cars, even watching violent televisions.

you'll never walk alone.

light love 2