Text 26 Sep Burden

A burdensome weight my frame does carry, when strife and worry assail my love.
I long to have the strength of youth and bare the brunt with mere contempt,
but time has stolen all my strength and taken what could stand above.
My years have spent the strength from living and drained the vigor from its ascent.

Text 27 Jun The Lament Agin Black Dog

Black dog move, you’re in my way.
Why ain’t you tied to a tree?!
I ain’t got time for fret’n days,
so go on and leave me be.

Black dog baying like a fool.
Go find another soul to pest.
I wish you’d learn a better tune,
or give your whin’n jaws a rest.

Black dog please, I’m powerful gone!
I’m tired and get’n old.
You pull’n on me this strong
is a straw breaking load.

So go on, git, you ole hound,
find someone else to press!
I don’t want your ole hide ‘round,
sittin’ on my ole chest.

Photo 4 May Tilda


Link 1 May Vanity»
Video 21 Apr

Conley Camera and Crosley radio shot with my Kodak Masterview 4x5 camera.  The camera image is a glass plate and the radio is an alumitype.

Photo 17 Apr Self


Photo 7 Apr 1 note VANITYMirror, mirror on the table.I crane my stem so I can see,my lovely petals, soft as sableis there beauty more than me?

Mirror, mirror on the table.
I crane my stem so I can see,
my lovely petals, soft as sable
is there beauty more than me?

Photo 11 Jan 11 notes Dead Fish on Flickr.

Dead Fish on Flickr.

Photo 3 Jan Thirds on Flickr.
Abstract and blue.

Thirds on Flickr.

Abstract and blue.

Text 18 Dec The Tyrant

Time torments me with its pace.
I sit and watch the clock.
I search about its evil face,
and listen to it tock.

The rhythmic noises that it makes
will put me into shock,
if slow the measure that it takes,
this tyrant boorish clock.

It is a game, much like a race.
My legs are giant rocks,
with every labored step erased,
I wish that it would stop.

Such is the tyrant, in thy place.
It keeps me in a lock
and shackles me as labored slaves,
pretending that it’s not.

So let me end this little tale,
like pigs it has a twist.
I’ve fallen off the ridged rail,
the train of which I’ve missed.


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