POETRY & ARTWORK

The Limbo of the Seasons,

Its the last day of October. i’m sitting here with my santana abraxsas tape queued up and ready to play as soon as this grandaddy song finishes up. so many memories… reminds me of friendship. when i switch to this old Sony Megabass i will hopefully have a glass of cool water in one hand and oily pigment in the other.

I still need to finish this murderous painting let alone write my artist statement and meet the other qualifications to enter this showcase. sidenote: a really talented guy i know will also be entering, so if anyone who reads this is attending the show in early 2012 - keep one pupil exposed for the chance to see some art by Nathan Ramone.

im feeling serious and my feet are cold… maybe its the missed dose of my medication or just the healing cut on my thumb - the swarm of isolation is covering me up and maybe in the spirit of real life story book horrors i’ll watch the shinning tonight. but right now, between the fuzzy noise of the tape deck and the pile of crumbled up reject band-aids, i have some work to do.

The clock is ticking and November starts tomorrow.

breakfast of champs

good morning arthritis. i trust you’ve slept horribly.

today i am off - i will drink coffee, clean my shower and laze. this could be day 4 of painting - stay posted.

.the physical.

strange passages - undergoing a few that aren’t so hard as much as they make my heart heavy. this medication is giving me very odd reactions to said trials… i have only eyes and ears and a mouth that wont shut… and i can see my hands growing dry and frail each passing day. i am so - how do you say?… empty. i have things to do and to make and to show and still, i’m only made up of  shadows of an idea.

today was very nice. it was the safest and warmest, most easygoing day i’ve had in some time. i spent it with andrew and it was perfect. tomorrow i will work. i’m very tired and i napped on a couch and ate milano cookies with coffee. i also had brunch and watched an awful movie for half price. i’m not sure how to end it… i think my time has expired and i’m trying to salvage any leftover before beginning another day. my fingers do pick at my teeth. i am singing now, inside. i am singing.