Circuit Rider November 8th 2012

 Excerpt from the Lost book of the Lost.

 Journals Sketchings of the Interior February ParT OnE

 

These are all 7 X 10 inches mix media paper

Bodies Alive//

BODIES  ALIVE

Here again.  Old draft from 2017.  This one featuring sexual renderings.  The unification and conflict and separation of the male female female female male male.  The destruction and forgiveness of genders.

GHOSTING FLESH>>>

FOUNDING LOST!!

Rediscovery of the blog.  This is an old draft that should have been published.  Here we go. Now it shall be.

Listen between the apparitions betweens two horses (2 poems and 2 drawings)

Lookin out upon the open pasture

Lacquered shine of yer

    Eyes

          I leT ghosT dogs out

To chase childhoods

    Because you know

HistorY is epilepsY in suspension

Please put the skin

        Back upon

          Quivering red meat

Please slide meat

                   Backs upon bones

Black drink

Rustles the after

we go deer lightly

   

Sunlight icicles drip drop

orange morn sun

Sadness of shapes ruling rubbish

Whose turn to burrow in the hollow with

Groundhog neath a dying oak tree?

Over the country side

    Deliverance was not there.

We drink fiery waking blacking.

We drink the black drink.

LosT booK of the LosT (excerption) appendix blueprints partially found

These may have been found inside a cracked mason jar upon a rowboat floating abandoned in the Potomac and taking rain to the weary frame.

The spiriTs are the ghosTs that are aT waR with your language.  EverYone's personal language.

You shall noT be spared eveN if you suffereD the dire gifT of learning the alphabeT in a coffin.

 

All works on paper with black ink and oil pastels.  All work by Matthew pony payroll bones. 

INQUIRIES ARE ENCOURAGED!!