fiery little girl

She is afraid of the globe

But the globe is afraid of her

And she hasn’t a companion to answer her riddle

as she sheds tears upstream over sovereignty and reality

A boy I once held

Death has a smell

Like ungodliness filled my tent

Simon so slimy

Pale

Blue

Frozen here with me forever

Rising always leaving never

Photograph I love you so

Rotten pee and fuck sweat woe

White

Now I really have a lover

I am never lonely never

Side by side in a sticker book

Somewhere I forever look

Breathing

big plane crashed
head fell off my neck
Sky got big
dark came with the wreck

Suicide

Bored is gay for lonely
Lonely love is heavy
It has to be

Lonely love is heavy
Bored is bored of lonely
It has to be

Lonely sleep is restful
Bored is kut by lonely
It has to be

Krak-r-jaks

Drawing of crying little boy with doll and shorts
Krak r Jaks v2

*krakr-jaks modified May 2021

The Cracker Jack box in 1977-78 was my prize when I was crying. I remember the Cracker Jack boxes well. It was very exciting because we would not normally be spoiled with a treasure box like that every day.

I remember my friend, and I remember the carpet. She was a natural leader and I was a natural follower. I was always safe when I was with her.

The original art maintains its meaning to me, and I also find meaning in having ways to express things that would be difficult with words.

In keeping with my recent discoveries in the pilgrimage, I realize I can communicate this one, for example, with more discretion, so I censored this.