Poem
Monday, March 30th, 2009brown stain on the wall and just think to myself..
Cold, mad and silly
The modern world rages on
Into nothing much

WRATH
brown stain on the wall and just think to myself..
Cold, mad and silly
The modern world rages on
Into nothing much

WRATH

On this day, 28 years ago, President Ronald Reagan was shot in the chest by John Hinckley, Jr. and it was all in an effort to impress Jodie Foster. Some might call him a stalker, others just a plain old-fashioned romantic:
“By sacrificing my freedom and possibly my life, I hope to change your mind about me. This letter is being written only an hour before I leave for the Hilton Hotel. Jodie, I’m asking you to please look into your heart and at least give me the chance, with this historical deed, to gain your respect and love.”
Well, she is pretty cool…



Diaper cake created by my mother (Pat Morgan)
exclusively for my brother’s forthcoming child, Will.
Limited Edition, Unsigned 1/1 - 2009

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Feeling No Shore - Listen Here
oh, pure as mud
and when from mud grows
something white and clean
and ever-luminous
a contrast is born
and shoves itself from the birth canal
unscathed, unmarred, un-bad
detached and sacred
licked by the wind
and not by her.
long legs, much like a lark
to suspend it’s virginity
and hands with fingers outstretched
warm and pink
capable of grasping anything
and releasing, any time
i meditate as the earth crushes itself
they do not listen to me
for i am the lotus

It’s Ali’s birthday today and it’s such a happy day, because we’re all going to discover how cool he is again when we celebrate tonight. He could charm the pants off a park ranger, with testosterone to spare. He writes with the hand of a visionary classical purist.
He plays the harpsichord authentically, with proper rhythmic balance. He swims in a world of whimsical design. He can milk 3 cows at once. He is Martha Stewart’s filthy nephew.

by Thom
Don’t forget, you’re a natural at life.