Howlin' Babble

Satirizing the moral heart of the country, the artist builds a bridge between ideological linguistic islands, calling out the treachery of society’s crimes against humanity and crimes against earth using humor of the absurd. The artist sardonically reinterprets many biblical parables using literary devices of riddling allegorical whimsy to paint the absurdist’s abstract apocalypse.

In the American South, The Holy Bible is pronounced “howly babble.” In the biblical story, the Tower of Babel is an attempt to reach divinity materialistically, and God’s punishment for this is to confound speech to babbling. 







Here in this incoherent dimension

Descartes and Einstein debate enriched uranium

With brown polar bears

On icebergs drifting unto providence

You wouldn't want to be a fly on that wall

Nor would you expect Mexico to pay for it

Perhaps you'd tow that iceberg into Cape Town

With several steamboats

Perhaps you'd ignore the colossal irony

One might even say, titanic irony

Floating steal and iron rivets

While knee deep and dying of thirst

Evaporating thirst with steam-powered drought

That sinking feeling

Pale horse-powered deluge of doubt

Don’t ever let go the diva the delusion drowned 

Her feathers still float with broken wings

Representative of peace

Pecking order from chaos with beaks

The dove is grateful as the dead

Realizing Purgatory isn't Biblical

The Catholics made it up

Then took over The Court (7 of 9 “justices”)

Grey area looks pretty black ’n white to me

Two blacks and a hundred whites hung the apolitical branch

Morality hangs on the tree of know-ledger

Politic forbade picking non-theistic fruit?

Slithering supremacy singing coup coup kachoo (they are the egg man)


This grim brimstone acquisition

Smells of the beach and eggs 

Dawn downpour of sodomite sulphur

Same mirage lost in the desert or lost at sea

What color should doves and polar bears be?

Who’s the first horse, my love, at the end of time?

Inuit skipping stones somewhere over the runway 

Red carpet sunset showcases sealskin sheik 

Dorthy’s serving salted leprechaun meats

A variety of flavors from the prism of light 

Judge can’t retract refracted crimes against earth 

So sings Chopin’s funeral march

Howlin’ babble’s gavel lands the gallows hand

The tower showers all across the land

Noah’s nightmare, nature’s fire extinguisher

Nero’s number fires mammon in impoverished dory-hunky

Flipping merchant tables, who recalls Humpty Dumpty?

Who likes their eggs hard and who likes them runny?

Side of apocalypse, my love?

My brunch is revelatory, how’s yours?

Is the ship sinking? Where's the music?

I thought the band kept playing 

I thought the people kept praying 

Where's the part where we tear each other apart?

What exactly is this we’re eating?

Or is it four horseman with arrows in their hearts?

Cupid, you devil, you smell of sulphuric farts

In the ass-raping wind


God hates? God hates? God hates? 

Y’all ain’t just morons

You’re oxymorons

Angel-raping takes precedence over homosexual sex

And that’s all God had to say on this

All of the horses and all of the men 

Couldn’t put the queen back together again

God save the queen!

Or is it, "God stave off the nihilists"?

Is it "love" or "what I think love is"? 

Is it “the greater good” or the faulty mind’s menial ethics?

And what do you think a dove is?

You don’t know the ethics of ambiguity

When you say, “I want to make the world a better place”

You really say, “I want to make the world more like me”

Stiff, rigid judgement stuck in karmic lapse

Refractors of light selling hot air

To push riveting stolen irony

Across a desolate ocean of mirage

No love in tow 

Fools of Purgatory, the tower of the babbling brook

They learned nothing

Still trying to fit God into a book

Creator of the eggs

Is not your personal cook

And the antichrist is MONEY

You dumb fucking crooks!

Annoyed & Jaded

I wish I could feel like they look like they feel in the movies

I wish I could feel like sound when it moves through me 

I wish there were Nazis so I could join the resistance

But I wouldn’t will hell into existence


The contentS of your words have no vibration

There’s nothing for me in your pseudo-contemplation

Stupid with strong opinions is usually the funniest combination

But I'm really annoyed with this conversation


Why do people watch movies with other people?

Like to get interrupted with questions every ten seconds?

Sobriety is painful and intoxication gives pain a chance to feel

Only ever went bowling knowing I was only going because there's beer


I wish I was high so I could enjoy talking about the weather

God pisses on cows to piss off assholes wearing leather

If conversations were only slightly more enjoyable

I wouldn’t be so excited for when God destroys us all


Ghosts, superstition, fiction doesn’t scare me

Of humans like you, Brute, I am still very wary

Give me a real monster like Vlad Dracula or Nero

I might fall in love with the actress, I might play the hero


I stare through you who speak with such admiration 

I wonder which eye you're looking at for that feigned sensation

Stare at the acrylic one while I stare at the space station

I'm really annoyed with this conversation


Music reminds me of the success I never had 

Sex reminds me of the love I never had

Pleasure reminds me of pain

Numbness reminds me of nothing, let’s do numbness again


Calling you out on your stupidity brings me nothing

What I've stated is that I'm jaded, and you ought not confront me

Should’ve met me last decade debating every interaction

Can’t you sense my indifference to your dissatisfaction?


I befriended all the blacklisted subjects of Dixie's Paramount 

All the black and brown renegades of the new south

I grew up in a place where homosexuals were condemned

So I made a life of making homosexuals my friends


I grew up with astronauts at the dinner table

You disgrace infinite timespace with your opinionated fable

My father's an artist, and you’re art-disabled

A real artist would never put art in a box with such dainty labels


Philosophy? I no longer care what anyone else thinks

Psychology? Studying the sick cannot diagnose humanity

Music? It’s like “bless you” to a sneeze to me

It all happens within, and your platitudes are a dumb disease


It took decades to train myself to smile and nod my head

But nobody greets each other like that in The West U.S.

I trained myself to anticipate southern hospitality, the great white lie

Reversing these unnatural social cues I so despise


I found solace. 

I found space. 

I found the masquerade. 

I found the slave.

I no longer desire to speak to human beings.

I find nearly all of you to be annoying at best.


John, John, Judas and Jesus

Only interesting characters in the New Testament 

Maybe Paul Thomas Anderson or Radiohead -otherwise yuck

I don’t care to see or hear any more -I’ve had enough


Funny thing about living knowing I'm not the first

Trying to reacquaint myself with sensations as all become blurred

There's a force among us that wishes to base all upon feel

So I separate myself from everything I always thought was real


If my mind had led me to any fruition

Why in hell betray my own cognition?

The answer comes as a thing bigger than any thought could ever be

The sensation is brighter than any sense could ever touch or hear or see

I’m a fish out of water (I don’t belong here)

I need to move on (I’m done talking nonsense)

Look at me, penniless dog in a cage 

My mind led me to hell, and I actually stayed


No more talking about living

No more talking politics, no more talking religion

No more philosophy, only living the metaphysics

No more advice, no more opinions


The knife in my back is the knife in yours

Have you made peace in the war of words?

Questions as rhetoric only point to feeling

Feeling is a much sharper, much heavier sword

Wit smells awful without grace 

Et tu, Brute?

I Saw the End

For all these years love's not been with me

Seven hundred years of history

A century for all the sins I've forced love to forge against me

A love I've chosen yet not to let forgive me 

A dove shot out of the sky

A love that scolded me with an eye for an eye

If not for the breadth of bliss she might've given me

I might not have run like hell through tall grass

To the end of all things

But I did 

I saw the end

On the banks of the Tennessee 

I saw how it would end for me 

I saw how it would end for all things

Then I saw life the way I think I thought you should see it

Then I saw life the way I thought I should portray it

I know what the so-called "God" whispered to Peter

The same thing my guide whispered to the aether 

You mother fucker fly like the goddam wind

A true romantic would court his own coat-tail and fail at it

With the gods amiss to such a backwinded sail

Set against the winds of whimsy

As it were to succeed or to fail

One comes to terms with infinity

Bought An Old Soul

Bought an old soul from the dearly departed

A place I can store the end that I started

Saved up all year, so there's no debt or barters

I bought an old soul that fits my whole heart in 


Tasting these tears as they fall upon me

I wasted each year that has no memory

Making room for love without fettered jargon 

I bought an old soul that fits my whole heart in 


Got a letter from a friend who said I need a shrink

I need medication and I don't need to drink

I received her with love, and I received him with whiskey

I'd receive them much better if they received it all with me


FOR SALE: an old mind that can't get much sorted

A messy old cavern with a whole lot of storage

Comes with two poles and an eye for a bargain

I bought an old soul that fits my whole heart in


The heart's just a muscle, and life's just its martyr 

Love's a cliche, one I'd love to be part of 

We'll take off our masks when there's uncharted waters

We'll all buy new souls to haul our old old hearts in 

Thought Vs. Spirit I

A Garden in Ojai, CA, May 15, 2018 


A trick of the memory 

Paints a picture of reality

The thought that denies itself

Calls on spirituality


In one split moment

The curse of perception

Counts itself to sleep before the Shepard 

Counting blessings 

As the curse gives rise 

A gift of resurrection 

No past present 

No desire 

An affirmation of life

Virtue beyond ethic

Prudence in the curse of perception

Dimension of deception 

Like a sphere as a circle’s revelation

Shedding perspective


Muse of eternal inspiration

Lift the spirit to its making 

The spirit can’t deny itself

Nor thought as mere sensation

This moment calls itself creation

Time and spaceless 

Where nightmares abruptly awaken

The thought can no longer deny the picture as a painting 

A thought it’s infinitely tracing 


The wave that’s been a chore to ride

Unto the breach, where worlds intend not to collide

Breaks at the waxing gibbous

Following the spirit


The broken fists open up their gift

The tide of tears turns 

Where the wallflower can’t forget

Memory’s absent trick

The dance never promised to be the fortune


On and on Soham awaken 

Break a broken mold

Spirit lift the picture of reality

Hung up on the wall of Braille 

A picture getting clearer

See through fortune unforetold

A portrait of a mirror

Framed in fool’s gold


The body’s calm

Slacktide’s modest still infinite motion

Deft deafness washing Sirens back into the ocean

Revelation

Can no longer deny the moment 


What picture of reality can’t remember the thought that denied itself?

Nor could it, nor has it ever

That called spirituality

Sheep nor shepherd 

Chicken nor egg

Bird nor feather


Is it a moment? 

It is that it is

That it is forever