michael in heaven (acrylic on wood panel and glue)

piss face

i crash the car of my urine

into the yellow head in the bowl

below my cock and liver

and chin and shiver

below my eyes

and the skin 

covering my eyes and 

the part of my brain

where the train sits

with you on it in a movie

about a train and two

lovers….fools 

really

who break bricks 

on each

other's faces

building a sea

the things IV (water mixable oil and acrylic on canvas)

everything that is 

singing is singing

i've growed an arm

it's hairy and comes 

out of me at an angle

that's odd at first but 

then seems to make 

sense

4 skulls (acrylic paint on 4 wood boards)

winter has only begun

and already i look

forward to the spring

the beat is so heavy

my bones are breaking

it is heavier than heaven

still i refuse to dance

the band is onstage playing

but i am in my bed

waiting for death to find me

alone and unharmed

our love is so new

yet i stand underneath

the onion trees singing

sad songs about the sea

your kisses swim along

the shore of my mouth

and already I'm looking off

into the deep blue

the back of my face

is filled with words

each sentence a two by four

i'm building a fortress (not a home)

i have been doing the math

and i have a terrible feeling

nothing is adding up as

nicely as i'd hoped it would

winter has only begun

and already i look

forward to the spring

the things II (acrylic on board)

Planet of death

in a place beyond 

the end of the world

under the black 

ceiling of the hotel

i fell through my life

listening to the

air conditioner

(the slow motion of it)

an aloe ocean 

the lion sinking it's teeth

into the young gazelle

the smell of the sea

later at the pizza-rama

my dreams unrecognizable

i clawed my way through the

hearts like lawn chairs

skull (water miscible oil on wood panel)

what would happen

if i became fish

in your eyes

would i swim in the sea?

if i became ghost

in your arms

would i always be alone?

if i become steam in your kiss

would i become a rumor of bliss

forever dreaming?

if i became cloud in your mouth

out in the blue

hanging over you

while you were sleeping

and i was sleeping too

dreaming

the way dreamers do

would i be shipwrecked

and broken

and even early on

would i be able to tell

how it would end?

thriller (acrylic on wood and christmas tree lights)

thriller

Michael Jackson

Laying the brown gun

On the pillow

Next to the young

Cancer survivor

The tiger

Screaming

In his back yard

Made me uneasy

Imagining what

Was going on in

Never land

Now that he's in ever ever land

With its blank walls

And inverted streets

Jesus jamming its fist

Into your heart

The whole

Room filled with

The fury of god

I can relax

And enjoy the sweet jams

I wanna rock wit you

All night

the things (acrylic and graphite on wood board)

hitleresque

in the building where they were

filming the luxury car commercial

and

inside the spokes

of your goodbye

and

under the words expressing

exactly this feeling of helpless despair

and

when i looked between her

thighs and saw she weren't no lady

and

out beyond what was left

of downtown detroit

and

when you told me what

happened on your trip to spain

and

when i found someone

else's toothbrush in your apartment

and

when i asked for an explanation

and knew before you even said a word

it was adolf hitler

even though at one point in our conversation

you had reffered to it as hope

it was only adolf hitler

as the sun was clearing the grey

outline of downtown brooklyn

the wrestlers smokes a stogie (graphite on watercolor paper)