
23rd draft before I fuck it up

23rd draft before I fuck it up

Black earring in the pink Doctor Servin earlobe a live dying bug
Flew onto this canvas sodden w gouache & acrylic ink in clear Elmer’s glue
Landed at the top, dragged its ass down to the bottom, made it too
a dry spot – that orange blood trail to the left of the south Jersey
ear, the brush was the bug – and stuck, exhausted, in pain and desperately
scared, flapping its wings as I type this – wait a second – I say mercy
but what would anyone say if accused of an unwitnessed murder

Left eye up, right eye down


Just reminded that Arches Watercolor Paper, cold press used above on something abandoned last night before I fuck it up, uses gelatin from slaughtered horses to create the retained brilliance of pigments (especially white) more after drying than cheaper watercolor paper, in protest I won’t buy anymore tonight!
Outside now twenty degrees, single-digit windchill and the ground covered in ice and snow and I’m wearing leather shoes and I won’t eat Arches Watercolor Paper, I can slough into my closet of constantly revised and updated My Sillyass Deserted Island Five Game of infamies in the history of my complicities, That should be my epitaph, says Km’pec, drinking his poisoned blood wine

Fountain pen ink (except for the white eye), expensive from when I diddled fountain pens, I’ve stopped, fine metaphors abound, might as well spill it on watercolor blocks


I am a hotter
mess than I know and I know
You have no idea
nor me about you
Painters tape doesn’t absorb
water, I’d forgot
I hadn’t tried it
since last night. I’m not taking
but tablet and pens
to Maine, I don’t
think of tablet as canvas
Jeff, fuckee, work that
