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Wichita (For Edward Leedskalnin)

tothiro — 2008-08-17T03:24:00Z

Our father still hears you sing
He still needs that vacation
He still needs you more than wants you
I know that he does
I have sensed something of you in the tension of his shoulders
In the smell of the day's sweat
When the world sleeps
And he is alone in his kitchen
A bulb for his company
And a drink for his meal

I have wondered
As he drives under that baking sun,
Tracing the cables with his eyes
Dark lines darting between the rays of the light

And in this city night of perpetual gloam
In the crash of storms brewing
Moisture kissing the skin of his arms
Working beneath his heavy gloves
Born upon cool air lashing out into the night
Like waves from an unseen sea
In which he is forever lost
...I have wondered

Did you ever exist?

At three-thirty-two a.m.
He says he heard you singing
A girl and a boy and a mother of three
Were pulled from a fire
By axe and frenzy
By men in heavy coats
He says they heard you too.
That he was there to keep the line clear.

I have never seen a photograph
I have never heard your name
Yet I think I know you
From the hollow, haunted emptiness in his eyes.
You live out there somewhere
Somewhere that can't be touched by fingertip.

I have told him stories,
News of the world
Tales of satellites and radio towers
Of cold science fiction
And phones that talk to the sky
He dismisses me and my world of the now

I know
He will never come back.
He hears only you
In the soft whispered words
Of one tin can tied to the next.

ParanaguÃ¡

tothiro — 2008-08-17T03:20:00Z

For Father de Carli

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I am lost at sea, father please
remember me
in 1648 we drove our stakes into her soil
we built her from the untilled earth
shaping her with hands and mud and human toil
we toasted our coffea
we built her walls in pine
we rested to drink our chá mate as the slow tug of time drew us each out
as her coffee, paper, timber and hide is siphoned off by the sea
I became the father, a shepard to my brothers, shepards and sons
But now -
I have been called to heaven before my body is done

Do you see me my father?
untethered from my mother home
an Icarus on rainbow wing of latex tree
watch the bright petals wash against her shore
like flowers upon my funeral bones
I can see my country, her beauty laid before me as clear as my regret
I ask of you - do I appear this perfect yet?

I say now
all of it I would trade
for the feel of her soil in my hands,
for the coldest winter of my youth
Recalled under jequitiba shade
For Jose, as we laughed at him in the mornings - at his quaint cabaça,
the bomba poking at his sleepy eyes.
Does he watch the shores I wonder?
Or does he watch the skies?
They say that you know what is best.
I believe this,
For when you called me
you never told me the work you needed done was death.

Fatherland

tothiro — 2008-08-17T03:16:00Z

You hate the jews, you hate the jews
And the gays, and blacks too
You shot and snorted and smoked your life
For forty-two years, poor and white,
Until you said it all with a tattoo.

Übermensch, I have had to fire you.
You were excised before I had time---
Mind-boggling, your treatise of bile,
Wrapped in, "pleases" and, "thank you's"
Sweet as apfelkuchen pie

With your head shaved clean and helmet smooth
Where it houses logic black and blue
Twisted and bent as a triskelion's shoe.
How I struggled to comprehend you.
Ach, du.

In the German tongue, in this rainbow town
Made Fabulouuus by the beat
Of Oonsht, Oonsht, Oonsht!
Though the sounds of the clubs are common
My Gay friend

Says there are a dozen or two.
So I could never tell where you
Lost your mind, met your kind,
I could never talk to you.
The rage stuck in my jaw.

It stuck in your insect stare.
Ich, ich, ich, ich,
I could hardly speak.
I thought every Racist was you.
And your ideology obscene.

Bitter lumpenproletariat, 14/88 fool
Take your vile beliefs and go - you're through.

(apologies to Sylvia Plath)

Self (Apologies to Kirin Lager)

tothiro — 2008-04-28T03:53:13Z

tothiro — 2008-04-28T03:52:06Z

Lil Nazi Cowboy Still Has Good Ideas

tothiro — 2008-04-18T06:00:38Z

Find The Gay Agenda

tothiro — 2008-04-18T05:57:41Z

Candy Tower

tothiro — 2008-04-18T05:57:39Z

Break Time (Slow Crime Day)

tothiro — 2008-04-18T05:57:38Z

Bargain

tothiro — 2008-04-18T05:57:37Z

Acceptance

tothiro — 2008-04-18T05:57:36Z

Tree Station 03

tothiro — 2008-04-18T05:57:35Z

Laundry Blues Revisited

tothiro — 2008-04-18T05:57:34Z

Laundry Blues

tothiro — 2008-04-18T05:57:33Z

Camera One 018

tothiro — 2008-04-18T05:57:32Z

Sume Laundry

tothiro — 2008-04-14T01:19:20Z

I think it was a snow layered mountain, with a golden fox... Whatever my shirts paint I just put on the fridge anyway.

Thank You

tothiro — 2008-02-11T12:44:00Z

He's not quite done smoking yet. It's the hair - I'm having an issue selecting the right feel for stringy before I can do the finish work. I know... (from digital source)

Humbolt

tothiro — 2008-02-11T12:37:00Z

My youngest niece invited me to be an artist in residence for the day, graciously allowing the free use of her paint. This was our combined output. Actually, she did three... so already she's outproducing me.

Shoes

tothiro — 2008-02-11T12:35:00Z

Mold Problems

tothiro — 2008-02-11T12:30:00Z

So... the fungus man is nearly finished. He needs to be molded and recast. I'm thinking dark blue with green. Maybe off-white or tan for the teeth and eyes.