I See Sculptures

Manic sculptures, empty after beauty.
A husband of an angel, beside his home.
Soon dark despair will laugh, famously.

Come obsessive partner,
   understand your finger,
      follow the absurd girl,
         who wants a dust mountain.

Fast, write, draw. Use this to progress.
Handle it. Is she free
   of banal ideas?
My perfect sister,
   comes to fill my wild dates.

Imagine my instrument can give peace.

I am smoke.

with Jennifer Chicheportiche 9/5/06, 32, 33, 34


  The Muse Poems:

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73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81

Draw Always

Draw above the canvas,

so prize only a symbol.

More pain to scale,
with the edge to give ideas.

My perfect sound is still ugly.
Young babe,
     demand when we make deep sky.

Trash bad wood,
     it shows in you a sad Mother.

Good society means serious heart.



with Jennifer C_ 10/11/06, 33, 34, 34-2,  35

The Muse Poems:

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19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27

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55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63

64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72

73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81

Joy

Joy is about canvas

Praise! Only simple morphing.
To scale
 . . . with the edge, give ideas.

My perfect sound is still ugly.
Young babe, . . .
 . . . demand when we make deep sky!

Trust that we'd join you, sad Queen.
 . . . good society owes serious art.

October 11, 2006, with Jennifer Chicheportiche, 50, 51, 52




The Muse Poems:

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19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27

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