Monthly Archives: October 2014

Who Lurks in the Swamps? SWAMP-MAN!!

Here’s a throwback to a time when I was completely unselfconscious about what I wrote and drew, fueled by nothing but enthusiasm, stealing shamelessly–like an artist–from the things that excited me. I wrote and drew a lot of comic books when I was a kid, but sadly, the only one to survive to this day is Swamp-Man #2, done when I was in 3rd grade (1978-79).

Swamp-Man #2


Spoon

you walk on the edge
of the frozen abyss
you threaten to leap
into shadows of mist
you smile & you say
you created the moon
i watch your reflection
in the back of a spoon

you press your face on
the glass of the window
the chill is enchanted
by the glare of the snow
i smile when you say
you created the moon
you look at your face
in the back of a spoon

i scribble a note
when you trip & you fall
you dance in a tomb
& i freeze when you call
you smile & you say
you created the moon
your spine becomes curved
like the back of a spoon


A Fine Romance

torn paper, damp & grey
all stormy in the underworld i think of every night
wishing washes washed up waffle
kissing in the catacombs
symphony in blue
symphony in blue
this mask i wear is ever true
& slipshod shafted after all
all in all in all in all
romance for the little fool
wrote a letter
never sent it
never stamped his heart of his sleeve
ever lost in barcelona
ever lost in flowers & frigid
across the seas
across the seas
kissing in the catacombs
torn up by tornado
day in, day out
a cartoon coughed up cry of despair
it’s so unfair
symphony in blue
symphony in blue
salamander casts a look at stormy stormy seas
go to sleep on waves of chilled asunder
broke up a cracked out smackdown pillow
underneath the eiderdown
across the seas
across the seas
all snowy torn apart torn paper
drowning down the catacombs
lost within, lost without
little fool picks out a pocket
pestilence of pepper
running hot & cold & whistling dixie
again at midnight
wrote a note
never dreamt it
never forever
never again & again & again
all chatterboxed in to have & to hold
it’s so unfair
symphony in blue
flower & drum
this mouth i wear is ever dumb
drifting in the catacombs
with nothing left but
letters