The sound of the ocean at night

A constant crashing, a numberless number

Of everything that ever was and

Ever will be thrashing, turning and tumbling

Revolving, curling,

Foaming, mumbling, murmuring,

Voluminously involuting inside

Out, under and over and under

And under and under, ancient and always

Giant fluid plasma thunder creature, finding

Peace through continuous rapture and seizure,

Roaring gushing fight flushing glory fury,

Oh nameless Name of boundlessness and seeking

pencil sketch

untitled (Tercet)

I learned my movements from the cartoons

I was taking notes when they kissed in the movies.

I no longer wish to impose myself on the night sky when I go out for a cigarette.

sketch for a painting