meaningless history,
clouded photography,
attempts at nobility,
natural instinct for idiocy,
tossed off drawings,
the blade of reality,
studied lies,
fumbling towards honesty,
infinite pretense,
the sometimes redeeming gift of creativity,
endless violence,
bottomless delicacy,
the hole,
the ecstasy,
noble cowardice, stupid bravery,
infallible fallibility,
all the enemies,
friends,
loves,
family,
and the only proof of this residency
I've tried to record,
(for some reason
I still can't understand,)
ever so faithfully.
Los Angeles 3/1/07
