Thursday, May 31, 2007

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Mourning Theft

Time takes care of the wound
So I can believe
You had so much to give
You thought I couldn’t see

Gifts for boot heels to crush
Promises deceived
I had to send it away
To bring us back again

Your eyes and body brighten
Silent waters, deep
Your precious daughter in the
Other room, asleep

A kiss goodnight from every
Stranger that I meet
I had to send it away
To bring us back again

Morning theft
Unpretender left
Ungraceful

True self is what
Brought you here, to me
A place where we can
Accept this love

Friendship battered down by
Useless history
Unexamined failure

What am I still to you
Some thief who stole from you?
Or some fool drama queen
Whose chances were few?

Love brings us to who we need
A place where we can save
A heart that beats as
Both siphon and reservoir

You’re a woman, I’m a calf
You’re a window, I’m a knife
We come together
Making chance into starlight

Meet me tomorrow night
Or any day you want
I have no right to wonder
Just how, or when

And though the meaning fits
There’s no relief in this
I miss my beautiful friend

I had to send it away
To bring her back again.

Jeff Buckley
November 17, 1966-May 29, 1997

Friday, May 25, 2007

Ear Brassiere


It's post-surgical sexy.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Injured

Nothing I did seemed to help.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Inside Pandora's Box

Hope sole remain'd within, nor took her flight,
Beneath the vessel's verge conceal'd from light.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Goodnight Sweet Angel

Goodnight, Baby.
It's way past your bedtime.

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Timmy J

April 29, 1968 - March 29, 2005

We miss you!!

Monday, March 26, 2007

Curious







Why is it that when faced with death,
we feel compelled to poke at it with a big stick?

Friday, March 23, 2007

Fifteen Minutes

Like to take a cement fix
Be a standing cinema
Dress my friends up just for show
See them as they really are
Put a peephole in my brain
Two New Pence to have a go
I'd like to be a gallery
Put you all inside my show

Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, Silver Screen
Can't tell them apart at all

Andy walking, Andy tired
Andy take a little snooze
Tie him up when he's fast asleep
Send him on a pleasant cruise
When he wakes up on the sea
He sure to think of me and you
He'll think about paint and he'll think about glue
What a jolly boring thing to do

Andy Warhol looks a scream
Hang him on my wall
Andy Warhol, Silver Screen
Can't tell them apart at all
("Andy Warhol" -- David Bowie)

School of Wax




The Lincoln Elementary 5th Grade Wax Museum

Welcome to the Dollhouse

Paul McCartney

Amelia Earhart

Cleopatra

Albert Einstein

Iman?
(...Rosa Parks, actually...)

Harriet Tubman

The Man In Black

Some Famous White Boxer Guy

Andy Warhol

Marie Antoinette

Thomas Edison

Anne Frank

Lyman Butterfield

Muhammed Ali