Maria's Closet
Bishop Arts District
Dallas, Texas

GIVE THAT FLOWER A BOOT

Not a terra cotta pot

For petunias pink
They'll thrive there too
In an old work boot
Once worn to move things forward 
In the oven of a July afternoon
On a highway road crew
Where he was far from home
Where he'd work with bare feet if he had to
To send some pesos home to feed a daughter 
He’d seen two winters ago
With enough left over for beans 
And beer on Saturday nights
Dancing to the old corridos 
The Mexican blues
Remembering all the steps he'd walked
In those old boots
So he could trace them home some day

 

I tried to buy the one of the guy in the trucker's cap because that's me in twenty years but some photographer had already bought up the whole wall . . .

"Before word of his painting got around Van Gogh spent a year in a coal mine preaching the word of God underground to miserable men.  For dragging the divine so close to hell the church kicked him out.  This is what his paintings were all about."

                   -from the poem "Before" by Miller Williams



Bishop Arts District
Dallas, Texas

Bishop Arts District
Dallas, Texas

Bishop Arts District
Dallas, Texas



"When they got themselves settled on dry land and wrote all those books, they were writing what they'd learned when they were doing what they did.  For thirty years, Charles Bukowski hid among the horse players where, fast word by word and bet by bet, he managed to survive, while he put into shape the world he heard, as all of us must finally contrive to hold on to anything we've won by making what we do from what we've done."
                      -from the poem "Before" by Miller Williams



Bishop Arts District
Dallas, Texas

"There is no question about circles, curves, and loops, life's structures, but the edges, straight lines, squares come from us.  We must flee these shapes, even linear sentences that limit us to doors, up and down ladders, straight trajectories which will curve in eternity."
                 -from Songs of Unreason by Jim Harrison