chance of. . . showers

this one goes out to . . . Toby

P.S. turn you laptop sideways, and the volume up ~ sorry

pictures of weapons and water

two inappropiate plates

here's a little follow up to an older posting scroll down to find the plate theme~
http://neilwaukee.blogspot.com/2010/12/plate-escape.html

NE!L~

the book of La Push

behind this drop ~

shore pound whispers

what the seal saw

my favorite view on the planet~

i don't take pictures of people

spring time in Cascadia

a time machine~

to relentlessly reliving life's moments

following that board over the lip

look people ! it was May Long Weekend, the Canadian holiday

all the sun we saw~ burning down at dusk

a beacon, to hide from sleep

do we ever thank the moon ?

what if the clouds are hiding something ?

Sunday small drive home diaries

giant step to logjam

mushy cold moments of i don't know how to surf

to eat some thing's head

the ocean's tampon

soaked wet marbly sounds

against a fluffed out candy cotton

embroiled pishkins

a cartoon fragment

where i crashed my spaceship

beside first light yawning

a sandy unwashed face ~ hungry for coffee and the strength to suit up

while should have been ~ paddling out

the hip bone of mermaids

a sea star on stilts sits stunned and stranded

the trail i follow

to wet dead things

outside mommas

washed away

death mounts us all to the ground

4 foot @ 14 seconds forever~ a new high tide spot

my analog vanagon~

the mural

before the world ends in ducks, and is painted over by shades of grey and brown

the brown bunny watches the cities burn

a rat hidden valley

the simplest abstraction of geography

if only art were some pill shaped understanding to be swallowed rather than owned

the sun fades even dragons

the fifth wave in any set is always the biggest

burn geometry to the ground

iron cross pinwheel vs whale

how to crush elephants

my balls stuffed thru Uranus

the sun is a steel blade to winged things

a flattened tree talking to a hairy sunset

does the sun suspect the trees of gazing at the moon

a cheap restoration

tattooed ass

the sun sends it's son to kill the earth

we discovered planets crashed at our feet

building new alphabets

concrete flags waving over worthless worlds

i've never painted a round novel

children don't have real eyes

we've built spacecraft to land on each other

everything will fade, be torn down, painted over or ignored

NE!L~