A few old art finds

I've been sifting through my yellow paintings & found these 3.

Not sure why i have to include them,
but in ritualistic "show" fashion,
here are the ones I recently added to my online gallery:

pamplemousse

overeating gossipy oysters

rhinos dance

The first one borders on a wine rack, covey,
but it really was intentionally... to be grapefruit only.

The second, oyster one, was derived from, my shaman friend in france.
The third one, genealogy wierd thoughts, about times in africa.

Poem: Used Clothes; When they get old:, Pants with frayed bottoms

In the days of drowned accent into wet,
the bottoms of my pant leggings
continued to dredge
thru the swamps of a cities rainy keep.

Nothing stopped their used status of demise
Cities of modern filth without country soap,
Agony cried out, "don't be over already!
don't die out & lose your status in the streets."

They demand to edge beneath my shoes,
only to find another puddle easier,
a puddle they belonged too, more,
more than all my favoritism given towords,
I was forgotten,
only to be disquieted by their smudges again re-owned,
A new final and fragile tender they acted-into,
as if never before did they ever care.
Those burgandy pants were on the edge of perfect comfort,
with just a few weeks of their life left to spare.

I have the time

Today while the blossoms aren't any longer clinging to the vine,
& the strawberries have been allowed to free into the depths of consciousness,
the morning awakes into the stream.


How to accept the minutia of its event, to distract else, instead of pained within its agonies of sound rising as a constant injunction into hell, called a constant flow of traffic, without the etiquette of timing to remain the same.
A traffic that pours in and out with volumes ebbing to each of their own wants.

One by one, tens by tens, wheels & more wheels.

Am I brain dead dumb by now.