Performance

Sculpture

Drawing

Poetry

10%

They say we only use 10% of our brains
Holy smokes
Just increasing 1%- Revolution

Shedding the shackles of our own doing
 Wahoo- WHAT A DAY
That delicious taste of the
VAST UNLEASHED INTELLIGENCE WE POSSESS.

Holy shish ka bob

Gimme a pen

      Gimme a lectern podium

           Gimme a lump of clay

                Gimme the world

I'm Hungry for a Change around Here
         I'm hungry for LIFE
                I just gained another 1%!
     

End of Winter

I hunger for the sound of water
All gurgly, swooshy. tinkly, fiercely. drippy -
you name it

Release winter's grip
Relax,  give in
Don't be so rigid and cold.

Be like a wild puppy
Loll around, drool some, ooze, pea, spit up - be
UNDIGNIFIED!
Don't be so cold and uptight.

Yes, I long  for the sound of water

Frozen in all ten thousand lakes with it's, how
many millions of closed in,
guarded, protected humans, locked behind doors,
all buttoned up
dried and parched

Woe - live a little -
Fling off those reserves
and turtlenecks and itchy wool sox.
Put on a swim suit
Who cares if pubic hairs shows, ladies
Who cares if those love handles show. misters

Flail yourselves into the melting waters - BRRR
but HMMMMM
You are as young and supple as you feel inside
Who cares about those stiff, creaky bones
Lie on a rock, listen to the drip, drip, drip and
realize it is the one and
only life you have
Don't waste it by giving into winter's icy grip
Your heart is too generous and gushy for that!
	

I Now Remember

Caw Caw Caw
quietly in the sun filled room of Mary's house.
Cold, cold, cold outside - February
snow every where
And still they speak
         And unbeknownst to them, they speak for
me too

     They speak of Nature, Nature, Nature
    of Rawness, Rawness, Rawness
of Me, Me, Me
        sitting here, here, here
            in this tree, tree, tree
muted we are -  not they
CAW CAW CAW,     right in the center, center,
center
of all that is important
            yes, yes, yes
And trees do exist    Caw Caw Caw
        and the air is crisp and cold
But the sun warms my black, black feathers - mmmm
        yes, yes, yes
    And to me they say,
        "You're off track, off track, off track
come back, come back, come back
    To here and now, here and now, to here and
now
You willy, nilly self absorbed
            Holier then thou humanoid"
And I say,
    "Thank you, thank you, thank you"
I now remember
        That you feed me, natural world
That because of you I exist
    And because of you, raucous crows and
squirrels and oak trees and rushing
waters and slow, murky waters and rain and
pounding waves
    I remember, I, a mere speck of life, in a sea
of humanoids, live on a
ball teeming with life, that is far more subtle,
sublime and wondrous then I
could ever hope to be.
Caw Caw Caw