A Dioramic Ode To Lawndale
Oil on Canvas
2017
27" x 23"
A Dioramic Ode To Lawndale
Hey, Jay, you pranked us
So good. Tom and I, drunk
In the back of your car
Our Lawndale days numbered
Futures deviating cities
You got us so dam good
With incarceration
For the grass growing on
The wrong side of the chain-link fence
That was so long ago
That I have lived at least
Three lives since. How did I get here?
Remember my socks on the wood
Of the spiral staircase
Trading ketamine haze
For firework smoke clouds
Remember your liquid muscles
Compressing tom’s windpipe
Expendables on the
Playground of adulthood
Remember our misfit hexes
On nightmare fuel potion
Ceremonial dance
Stomping patterns for talking heads
That was so long ago
These days dissipated
When did I stop being a kid?
To the fractured moments
That comprise this sewn quilt
Of weird dream scaffolding
That formulates belief;
The compartmentalization
Of my eye reflections
Manifest acceptance
For what else can you do?
But disperse the grown circumference