so i'm at this bar and...

the plane landed on

the earth like a door

closing and the room

was black except for

your breath and the

bear kept saying your

name over and over

justine…..justine…..

except that wasn't

your name now

was it and the space

heater was telling

me the most boring

story i've ever heard.

"we see or seem to

see…..blah blah blah"

the words coming from

its mouth like a soft

dry rain falling into my

ear where everything

was alive and dying

for anything interesting

an icy runway where

only you are able to land

adam vs the snake (color pencil, watercolor on watercolor paper on illustration board)

you watched the world grow over me

you watched the world grow over me

a loose tooth

the haitian girl

the two week stint at wendy's

coming home one sunday and

finding you had left

with everything in the house

except my clothes

and a note that said

i had never really loved you

which might have been true

i was relieved that you

were gone,

i had nowhere to sit but

i did have a good story to tell

you watched the world grow over me

standing on the drag

and watching aliens saunter

down the sidewalk

having put the window pane

in my mouth with my finger and

the AIDS test at the clinic

and the two week wait and

the call from the AIDS study group

that turned out to be a wrong number

and the giddy relief on the ride home

three days later

you watched the world grow over me

watching your light in the building

across from mine at night

for at least a year and

imagining your lovers

you watched the world grow over me

waking up outside the 7-eleven

at six in the morning. the sun coming up

on the ground, wet and swollen

you watched the world grow over me

as i watched slowpoke do wheelies

on the front lawn of his girlfriends house

having woken up in her roomates bed

drinking untold cases of milwaukees best

and laughing and peeing and sitting

and being and swimming in the apt pool

across the street and imagining vampires

living next door

and going to los angeles

and not getting killed by the mafia dudes

and ending up in rehab

and losing my best friend for years

and becoming so busy

and buying so many things

and only waking up every once in a while

you watched the world grow over me

driving your car up the embankment

of the highway in front of the police car

while i sat on the beach in mexico

watching strange monkeys dance in

halo of the ocean

believing in myself

and then not believing in myself

and then believing in you

and then not believing in anything

and then my son being ripped out

of my wife's belly, bloody and screaming

and my heart being torn from my chest

forever leaving nothing there except sadness

mostly and love that can't remain

but burns and then leaves more sadness

and watching the black emptiness

underneath inside me with detached

and utter horror as i am

holding my son's hand

crossing the street

and entering target

the sprinter (watercolor and colored pencil on watercolor paper mounted on wood)

25 years late

She smokes a fat

Cigar standing on

The graves of the

German soldiers

She looks triumphant

The clouds are dreaming

Of Brussels where the

Skies are made of grey

A baby skull sits on

The ground at her feet

A memento mori

A tiny sadness

that sweet feeling (ink pen on foamboard)

Nothing rhymes with nothing

She's trying to get

Two dicks into her mouth

(the mouth of an indian)

at the same time but

With the sky so full of raven

Her ass is bleeding and

The camera is rolling when

The girl on the couch tells me

She'll be going to university

When she gets out of high school

Her tits are incredible

The room is filled with gold now

I sing this song in German

About a black horse

That flies through the air

Its wings ablaze. a horse

Raised by wolves

And stolen by jackals

Coals burn in its eyes

While the fire crackles

kaiza (intaglio copper plate etching on paper)

tulsa

you were vampire and

your vampire ears
heard me driving
to cleveland at 3am bone white

an alien in my bed

these bullets loading

a glock 45 GAP

"it'll stop anything in it's path"

your white arm covered

skin had me climbing a

stack of dead bodies

holding an axe above my fist

a viking hat on my head

tears running down

my beard like blood

holding the gun into my mouth

the hulk (watercolor, pencil and ink pen on watercolor paper)

halloween

over the graveyard

the witches gather the night

sweeping the air with

their black brooms

under the barnyard

roof the children sleep

heads full of sticky dreams

intolerance and unicorn moons

in a french alleyway

le tomcat sings a song

at the top of its lungs

the thump and boom

of a car stereo

in the streets somewhere

close by sends thistles

up my spine and you

in the cathedral

with the doctor

his stethoscope

examining your spine

when you taste

candy in your mouth

you say his name slowly

not that one, the other one

self portrait (watercolor and graphite on watercolor paper)

a grace of god

the blue trees of little rock

lean up against the even bluer sky

of arkansas

a small bear befriends a girl

she pleads for her life

later

the bar is closing but i can't

go home yet. i have to see the

inside of her

television

it folds its images into my eyes

my face leans against the stream

of lights and i'll allow myself to hang there

a gold feather

floats out of my mouth into the blue air (lips like two sardines)

it is filled with smaller more golden feathers

each feather containing even smaller and goldener feather flakes

even the sun is

envious of how yellow and shiny theses

golden shavings appear in the great darkness

that has descended over everything now

the runner (watercolor, pencil and gel pen on watercolor paper)

percolator

the red hair of the sun

has filled up the inside

of the mouth of your face

yesterday, lying

you said you would

leave the ocean to the sea

except the blue part of your head

was filled up with water from your eyes

born again boiling over

you said a thief had stolen my head

and sliding into doubt

i told you i'd stay

privacy please (watercolor, gel pen, graphite on watercolor paper)

sky feet

and then suddenly

all the birds were back

flying through the water

their hearts covered in gold

pouring out song after song

until everything

was covered

in bird noise

my drink woodenly

in my hands in the black

of the club someone's daughter

tells me about a house she's sold

this night is lasting so long

until everything

is covered

in bird noise

death is heavenly

it's where jesus smokes crack

drying off the bloody led to slaughter

where you are always loved never told

what to do and nothing's wrong

and where everyone

is super hot

and beautiful

dogboy (watercolor, graphite, ball point pen on watercolor paper)

hamlet (watercolor, graphite and ball point pen on watercolor paper)

strap on the underwater gear

ted gets punched hard in the face

late that night is drenched in black sweat

bleeding he pours through his telephone directory

it's louder than the trajectory of death

her name is there in brilliant marble

armless he calls her number. hawks poked out his

arms they travel through time now in packs

their shawls are made of wax i've heard

you know they were there because you were born

forlorn in the eighties everyone on this dude

ranch was made from denim the often

softest shades of blue

his hope fell through the face of the earth

birthed into the bottom of the world. this

an abundance of bricks

is what gravity predicts

facing the pooper (watercolor and graphite on watercolor paper)

disturbing the dust

she rolls back on her head

the cactus cutting her soft hands

the blood pours out into the mouth

of the river, full of fish

at the bottom among

the bones of the dead animals

in between the moss covered

rocks she fills her hot mouth

full of river water

she is sick of everything

he is calling her from glasgow

on his cell phone. his name is

lit up in silver in her pocket

she feels like she is going crazy

she wishes that this could be

the last show of the earth

before forever arrives

tonight beams are blinding her
she feels nothing but knows

he is out there somewhere

the super trouper.

shinning

shinin' like the sun
smilin', havin' fun feeling

like a number one