Maison de Van Gogh : A Sketch

The small cafe in North West of Paris where Vincent van Gogh spent his last final months.

Sister Death, You Dance Well.

I waltzed with death for the third time last month. A third encounter seems too much for a single lifetime but the fact that I am here today proves something. I know how she moves, but oh she's a tricky one. 

I have been reading an unhealthy dose of poetry lately; just anything to keep my mind off sickness. I took up my pencil after a long, long time and made a few sketches. Sometimes drawing is the only thing that prevents me from going mad. 

This is my humble tribute to the master artist Vincent van Gogh.

"I will take up my pencil, which I have forsaken in my great discouragement, 

and I will go on with my drawing."

— Vincent Van Gogh

Autumn Haiku #2

Arms folded

leaning on her rusty window sill

she dazzled the moon.

Autumn Haiku #1

Autumn moon

seeping through my window

I’ve got mildew in my bones.

Blackmoon Haiku

Look out!

A black moon rises
& them bats go blind all over again.

Satanic Haiku

Lucifer in a three piece suit —

he wants to go down

with a showdown. 

Miss Font*

And here I sit

Slowly codified into pieces.

I see you

And my tongue goes epileptic.

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* with apology to Mr. Roberto Bolano

Sunday Morning

This is a favorite among favorites. Completed about three years ago.

I Beseech You

Hey Look! Dinner Is Served.

Don't judge. It was fulfilling. The best thing about being single is that when you're hungry (and lazy), and it is half past midnight, dinner is always just three minutes away. This may look like a promotional advertisement for Heinz but it is not. No, sir. I'm not trying to pull an Andy Warhol shit here. But be that as it may, this baby saved my life last night and it deserves praise and a place on my blog. And yeah, the egg was my idea.