Monday, January 18, 2010

ken nack

the day you died i was probably off complaining about something as you were looking out the window watching the wind blow you away..
i remember the last time i saw you at your show, someone had abandoned you in your wheelchair at the entrance and i grabbed the reins and took you for a ride
i spent all the time i could listening, but you were all questions and i filmed you laughing and drinking, while your daughter kept diluting your white wine, but i secretly kept getting you a fresh glass
after all you probably knew what we didn't, that you only had 6 months left...
6 months i could have spent painting with you and laughing with ill develop all my film and brad and i will photograph your studio
and i think i'll cry like i am now because of all the piles of things you had plans for
and what will become of them now will not be what they were intended for
and i know how it feels to lose your life, and your intentions, and your laughter
but if i do anything right in my life i hope i can share and honor your life and memory
and finish something i never intended to.
ken nack, what a guy...

Saturday, August 1, 2009


i know someone who knew someone...
ill miss ya ken.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

i aint no redwood..

i wish i was like a tree
and with every year i became stronger and taller
rather than weaker, smaller, and fragile
any heavy gust sets me to my knees
and as the trees shed their skin
every layer of my heart becomes like paper
and dissolves into the sea
uprooting to go somewhere to be free

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

just u n me..

like certain deth