licorice

this love is like licorice
in my mouth

and i am clinging to it

with the audacity of a child

and the forethought
of an adult

making time machines
in my mouth

as i chew

thimbles of doubt

i used to ride on thimbles of doubt
but now i take provisions

for the ground

the devil's picnic

your soft voice
in the nocturnal forest

where we were surrounded
by the feeling of trees

black shapes shifted
in the back of the woods

a lot like sendak

and we layed our items out
safely
on a blanket
crafted from hair

a breeze snuck in
from someplace

distant

and the animals
were taciturn

you showed me your wares
and i was astonished

a yellow moon hung above us
slowly filling

with ominous orange

and there was no one around

not even the small breathless ones
that carried us there

i think even the grass was asleep

and you poured me the potions
from your travelled cup

and i drank them

thinking nothing

nothing is so unbearable as

being strange

little things

i like looking for little things
in tiny places

that way
even the bus stop

is a garden of symbols

not in the
voices-from-the-underworld
kind of way

but simply

ripe

with meaning

additional thanks

i also want to thank and shake some boobs at
the following people who continue to inspire me
on a daily basis whether they know it or not:

suzanne hancock
amber doyle
taras grescoe
robert scott mcmillan
thomas vogel

sabrina ward harrison
andrea scher
keri smith
tiphanie brooke

art perry
celia king
anna stokke
eiko kawano

jeffry lee
aquilla

and lia!

without these people
i would surely be

miserable

www.lintmuseum.com

i am finally going to launch my new site

www.lintmuseum.com

it has been a year in the making
and i could not have done it without:

john power + stewart haines

both darling friends to me
and always there during

the hard times

little pony

i never wanted a pony
but i did want

you to get to know me

so i could show you my skills
and maybe

bake some cakes for you
when you were feeling low