
The palace of low-budget dreams,
childlike cheesiness,
has no roof.
A collection of photos and poems interacting with each other in ways both mysterious and obvious.

The palace of low-budget dreams,
childlike cheesiness,
has no roof.

Benediction:
Bird & Diz blowing “Salt Peanuts”
through dry autumn leaves.

Why?
Don’t ask.
It’s all a string of
don’t know mysteries.
Just say
thank you.











Secular ghosts
radiate phosphorescent
ennui medication.

Topsy turvy triumph,
get-up-and-go
giggles
in the upside down.

On the beach
amidst tidal serendipity,
through impetuous hours and days,
time is measured by endurance,
and friendships sustain
within their being.

Look into my eyes
Big Boy,
and read my thoughts;
just don’t pee on your shoes.

















Rough sleeper,
pummeled by the poor timing
of bad luck bounces;
knocked undead,
surrendered to the futile fates:
options gone,
hope gone,
faith gone,
dignity gone,
illusions shattered
into shards of turmoil
in the absence of affection
and play,
against the hardened grime
of invisibility.