Hey guys, I was going through some old notebooks to look at old drawings of mine after visiting a show on the artist Sol Lewitt at the Austin Museum of Art. In my stumblings, I came across this old poem I wrote some years ago and thought I'd share it with all of you. Here's to the past and all the wonder it contains. And also, I hope all of you out there are having loving days, great days, and if not, well I hope they get better. Enjoy.
you can't escape it, I can't escape it, we're both in love with the world.
no smoke burnt from the bark of the ginger tree for us to inhale. razor wire, flush open windows, we can't fight sunlight.
someone heard gunshots, I think it was my friend Jarod, but that doesn't make any sense. wage a war, find love, the sun shines on all the wounded.