
2024 November First and Last Words on My Father’s Death





Second full-body self-portrait glued to the back of and upside-down from the first. Three 6×6 hot-press watercolor paper, gouache, watercolor ink, ballpoint pen ink, sharpie.








| Faith cannot be bought |
| though fake belief can be smoked |
| but not if it’s not |
| cured in honest rot |
| slow-roasted in extra-hoaxed |
| faith of the tree knot |
| Zealots can be bought, |
| taught to hear each word spoken |
| as instruction not |
| faith, grifts’ full jackpot…. |
| I’ve faith in trees, and my broken |
| faith is overwrought |
| but not for sale. Caught |
| paying for belief I joked |
| slap’s most when it’s not |
| My faith leaves a blot |
| in every hole ever poked |
| Faith cannot be bought |
| Find a free tree knot |

































