saturday

I would go out and enjoy the country side on a saturday

but buses are rarer

and friends come for breakfast.

After the champagne its hard to move.

Today was no exception

The greyness of the world outside

was interupted by a visit from

the empress of all the Russias

with her friend Alladin.

Alladin has been at the magic lamp again

and fame will be his

very soon

His latest invention has set

the art work alight.

I have recently finish painting the sky with mud

and now I am painting mud with

a brush .........but it should be an air brush

I must go soon and start my quest for paradise.

It will be cold waiting for buses

but whats good enough for the Three graces, is good enough for me

The Widow twanky of contemporary art

introducing myself.

The alley way of life.

Having arrived at the suprising observation

,suprising because you would have thought I would have noticed it before,

being a visual artist, and all that.

Where was I,

Oh yes, that I live in an alley way.

Well in suburbia it is, in the rocky mountains it would be a canyon.

I have an explanation ,

for the drifts of paper that find their way through my house.

As a paper free home

I am inundated

by my own

and others paper.

In my personnel search for paradise

paper is my mountain.I give away books turn them into art cut them sculpt them cook them ignore them and still they keep coming.

I study fine art to learn welding and end up a performance poet.

on a pension, and you tell me you understand WHAT!

So welcome to the alley of my Life.

To the alleys of your mind.