"Letter to the Future"

36" x 60", Acrylic on Linen



We are outlaws, now.

The ones who dare not speak our thoughts

For fear of persecution.

The Improvident are now ascendant.

Slack of jaw,

Slow of wit;

The ones who flit

From fad to fad,

And barbarous fashion

Is churn-ed out, spew-ed forth;

An endless torrent of distractions.

What is real,


No longer matters.

Only the sensation.

This is the season of ignorance,

The Age of Addiction.

Nothing is more important

Than us.



Dear Future,

Sorry about the tab, but the party

Was fucking awesome, too bad you

Missed it

P.S. I think I did something to your ozone layer.  My bad!