Open Your Eyes
How wild are you willing to get?
Come in for a Spell:
Some works I did on my own for the independent fluorescent art show I did with WildFievel.
Come in for a Spell
A-Whizard and I held an independent black light fluorescent art show last month, here are some pictures.
-WF
A Rip in the Wallpaper of a Windowless Hallway
I see my thoughts as scatter-plots
out of ordered Rorschach blots
in mottled stains and bottle breath
rotting holes in healthy necks.
The plotted goals for sloppy sex
are played out in my stomach knots
not to mention the Freudian slots
slipping into comfortable thoughts
that were lost and found but probably not
forgotten by the rest
but resting like a bird in nest,
nestled next to
mother’s breast.
-WildFievel & A-Whizard
Another trading lines poem written with A-Whizard.
Led Ourselves Astrange
Weed crumbs
and crackers,
flapjacks and cracking laughter,
licking milk backwards
after stacking up
our last words.
It makes perfect sense
when ten by ten, we march
with everybody in a line
where parched meets divine
and bright men meet the dark
with tall flame and pitchfork
some held in heavy hands
that brand and torch
burned to bits.
We about face and turn north
for the dark is far too grand.
Mere mortals, us men,
without shadows we stand.
We’ve weeded out the crackers
while planned fears cave in
like castles in the sand…
Now back to licking milk.
-WildFievel & A-Whizard
We wrote this poem trading after each line, passing the sketchbook back and forth.
A. Wizard's Book
Non-commital wizardry at its finest.
Hey guys, my friend Matt got a blog. He’s a pretty cool art dude.
Hot Pink
She keeps
an electric rhythm
in her
crossed legs
and a few fingers
in her hair
twisting up
Indian burns
that I feel
I could aloe out
if I didn’t
already have
blisters healing
on my hands.
-WildFievel
Hey guys, I made another beat.
