I had a dream that there was a fire and a tornado at the same time in the old school building where my art was stored. It was the building across from the pond behind the old pool. They weren't using that room it was in, and I was going to ask them if I could use it as a studio. I had just taken down some pieces which I had entrusted them to hang and store. When I got there they were only attached to the wall with tape placed across the corners of each drawing. One was partially covered with what seemed to be gesso or white house paint. Out of the people who were with me no one cared. So I stored my supplies and what had hung in the building in the room that they weren't using, the room I was going to ask to use as my studio.

That night at the same time, there was a fire and a tornado. It destroyed the old school building completely. No one seemed to care. But one lady did. It was miss lonely hearts from Rear Window. She came to tell me about the fire and tornado. She then took me over to what remained of the school.

As we walked over, the starting power forward for the Miami Heat, Michael Beasley walked with us. He and I talked about the Rose Bowl and the Florida State Seminals. We were both positive that the last name of their starting quarterback was Wenger (This is untrue, although Notre Dame does have a starting offensive lineman named Dan Wenger). He walked off as I sifted through the rubble. I don't remember if I found anything, but miss lonely hearts from Rear Window cared. And I encouraged her to tell the men upstairs that music saved her life.

Frustrations in Globalization

Anything everywhere is here.
Everything anywhere is here.

People documented in flashes
Images sold and images bought
and dear little Indians are our new toys

Why did we celebrate this poverty under the well lit walls?
Or coax the smile from their lips?
Sigh...it's them do it all Christians girls and boys.

"I don't regret nothin': After summer we sat by the pine trees. Neither of us really knew each other, and it was good. Remember when you lost all that weight? I would have taken you as you were. As you were that day by my trees. Not as you were when it came to a halt. Secretly, I knew, that he changed too for you. You lost that weight and he grew his hair. You wore tight jeans, and he grew his hair. You adored him, and he adored you and he grew his hair. So in the end, you both changed. But like I said, I would have taken you as you were. That day after summer, by the fire pit, by the pines and before you lost that weight."

I'm depressed because I heard MCA got cancer.

With teeth stained like wine
I always seem to fall for you

We'll enjoy our shameful smiles for awhile
and ending up face down in the gutter

We'll reconsider love's choices
but always fall for her suggestions

Washed with blood we'll always feel the same
what can't be earned in our mind
may never be cemented in our hearts

With one slip on wet pavement
our justifications slip away
an allusion to the color of our drink