Mason McFee, better know as Maseman, is an Austin artist on the rise. We work together as art directors at The Screamer Company, but his heart is in the art. Check him out at http://masemandesign.com or just click the link on the right side of this page.
all night turning white rows under, fry tilled back to black water.
Old men neck deep in rubber pants & red plaid shirts, waiting for morning harvest. Missing the opening would be treason say the old-timers, worse if you are an Islander.
Tonight they wait, ancient gills damaged by years of Marlboros & Bushmills at the Onekema Bar with coldblooded girls from the ballparks cruising low on stools dreaming about the spawning & the harvest & how everything dies a little on the way home.
9410 GRANGE AVE
Hail hammers shingles, pounds spikes of ice clean through the pink clouds between the studs, straight down to our pillows. But, ice doesn’t stand a chance in our fiery bed. Our sheets are in flames. And just because I glide so easily into the ember between your thighs doesn’t mean we’ll soon smelt into one heart. Let’s be crystal clear. I am a nuclear winter storm. I will not melt. You are a tiny crocus brawling through a frozen crust. You have the rust and stains to prove it. But spread your petal smile wide for the crawling window of my eastern sun. There is a spring behind the squall. A warm fire waiting.