September 27, 2015
SKETCHBOOK-MIAMI
September 27, 2015
DEAD OF BEAT-( journals from laos)

THE DEAD OF BEAT


They’re looking ahead but they are going nowhere.

They’re looking back but they have left no trace.

Thunder crawling snake. Half awake. I am trembling but the fear is gone.

I am holding you, my testament of flesh.

It’s the dead of beat- And there is nowhere to go.

After midnight no trumpet blows. (Miles kisses Allen.)

Uncertain times under the bridge, Metropolis-

Uncertain red curtain, a blue note.

Dead ends and never remembered, I never came here, not by this way,

not like today.  A new road.

 

 

I taste jasmine in my mouth, silver ashes on my skin, I am the impossible love.

I wrote a letter with ink from my eyes to the last of all spirits.

It’s the dead of beat and I’m alone,

It’s the dead of beat a pill on my tongue

It’s the dead of beat, And all the madness is gone

 

It’s the dead of beat and I am fucking alone in all those streets

Promises of the silver long snake that I will ride until it blows.

It’s the dead of beat and I  am naked in this blue rain.

I –immaculate- sucking a gun praying for peace.

It’s the dead of beat and they filled every corner until the end of town.

It’s the end of all night  and I am high alone- one with my skeleton.

It’s death of poetry, of us naked, it’s the en

Transvestite creature, in shadow dance. Your beauty is mine, a boy, a girl.

A headless minotaur, sacrifice, offered to the goddess of flesh,

by that invisible energy that kept us all here, into the same song, all night long.

Dead of beat and I fuck the holy ghost

Dead of beat and I bite my fingers- to remain alive, awake. 

September 27, 2015
BANGKOK HIGH BLUES-MYTHOLOGY HERMAPHRODITE
September 17, 2015
LA DANSE DES ESPRITS LIBRES
mural in montreal-summer 2015- produced by mu -
September 17, 2015
JUMP&LOVE- MURAL
spontaneous mural in staircase at jump&love creative studios-montreal
September 1, 2015
THE DANCE OF THE BLESSED SPIRITS