First Look

I’ve been told lately 
That I didn’t paint this one quite right 
Or it must be somewhere else 
That our local jetty doesn’t look like this 
That it’s all busted up 
And full of holes 
Where the ocean pours in 
And leaves salt in every wound 

But I painted this a long time ago 
From photos and memories  
Made even earlier 
We never had 4 wheel drives 
And the sand road wasn’t so well packed yet 
So we walked along the edge of the seawall 
Unbroken 
From the carpark to the rusted chain 
Our first view 
Was this 

Looking at it now 
It’s easy to forget 
That there was a time 
A time and half a time before 
When the path that we walked  
Wasn’t falling apart 
And once in awhile 
A painting like this  
Let’s us stop 
And remember 


House of Prayer

These trembling walls danceWith their Maker’s invisible spiritAs we wage war on tomorrow’s past
Victory was better an hour agoAnd defeat is a low-tide
Rising


Above and Below

One world aboveAnd another belowIt might be heaven up thereButDown hereWe live in our vans


Lined Up

On the morning I was created⠀I crawled out the back of the old yellow van⠀Wide-eyed and blinking⠀Wondering where my brother had ran?⠀ He ran to the sea⠀He ran for his life⠀ Past the razor’s edge of the earth⠀Into the mist where the horizon is long⠀Where the black dots line up and wait⠀Is that really where my brother had gone?⠀ He ran to the sea⠀He ran for his life⠀ I unearth sandwiches buried in sand⠀Sealed plastic baggies with PB and J’s⠀Perfect gifts from Mother Earth⠀So why did my brother rush into the haze?⠀ He ran to the sea⠀He ran for his life⠀ Loo…

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Nuclear Sunrise

On that day we harnessedHistory’s joyousLaughterBut there was nobodyAround to hear itSo instead weSplitThe difference


Empty

They’ll happily share with youEach and every wave you rideWhether you like itOr not
But then again…They’ll also cook you up a cup of Dutch CoffeeIn the parking lot


American Paradox

Under watchful eyesWe pretend the machineryWill clean up the remains of our freedomsLost forever to the systematic fire
We burn your moneyAndWeep with your love


The One that Got Away

They fish for meaningThere’s tension in the lineOnce they’ve caught our driftThey will place a hook in its jaw And skewer the guts from the living truth Until nothing is left Between us and them But a line or twoHardly worth repeating