sketch: famous giant rock

crude mono trace of a baby wearing wool pants

poem: sects and control

sects and control
but not once for myself
is there a hope for my skills?
don’t think I’ve ever once tried?
sitting and quiet alone on my hill
I won’t pay for those I won’t kill

sketch: suddenly, hope

crude mono trace of a punkish looking fellow leaping through the air in a shounen-esque pose

poem: the hissing a fixture

the hissing a fixture
of my daily life
gave up a chance at a wife
livid and aloof I’m living
don’t ask for the truth

sketch: did a vehicle fly along

crude mono trace of a nude female figure bent over backwards on a yoga ball

poem: English “haiku” style

English “haiku” style
well that’s what I will call it
the punchline goes here