the Buffalo

black and pink pigs sit at tables

Talking about nothing or

Simply lost in a waking sleep

The young sucklings taking it all

In.

I shovel shit colored mudd into

My mouth using whatever's closer

A fork or spoon. Shrimps. Severed

Chicken legs. Where are the feet

I can't stop crying.

I'm absolutely Dead inside

and full of thoughts

Of you with your blue eyelids

And wide mouth. Your skinny shoulders

And big hands.

The wind of you

Has filled the sky with feathers

Making it hard to breathe or sleep

I've won all the money but i'm still

alone in my heart

alarms sound victory

Throughout the casino

God puts a cigarette in my mouth

Death cannot touch me

The whores call out

my name From the shallows

They'll suck my wet cock

For nothing tonight Even though

nothing is ever free

Here in buffalo

And there you are always

the time it takes to shoot a gun

When I open my eyes for a moment

At 4 in the morning with the blankets

Binding me to the broken bed

The burning feeling of dread

in another boat

Your lips and skin covered with

Pimples and moles black

Like the moon

your back With it's bandage

and blemished surfaces

The sweat under your mouth

I've tasted the sky there

And my plane has no place to land

I'm crashing into the moon

A black breathing

The black breathing of Air

The black smoke of your mouth

and black kisses

the man who stole the sun (watercolor and graphite on paper)

Pillowcase perfume

I spike out over the side

Hitting toledo like an electric octopus

my titts hanging off me like monsters

today is as hard as my dick was last night

In the comforter

Pulled up to my chin

For a moment at peace

Rolling through The middle of America

Those twenty two year old tempters

I'm on the Wayne Neil express

All white lined highway and tall tales

wishing I could be a mile above the earth

Next to you covered in flames

Dreamy eyed on the outside

Falling forever on the inside

luc a dad (collaboration with luc schneider (age 5) watercolor, pencil on paper)

pixelchrist vs. mario kart

a rainbow in the distance presses

against a blue curtain of satin sky

certain of nothing, Certainly not jesus

or the metal pac man chained to the ground

wearing the mask of the magnetic beast

and blending in with the light beams

i hurry my moped past daisies and barbed

wire phosphorescent cubes of magic twirling in the road

they've thrown the egg man into the well

still i maneuver though this mushroom landscape

once upon a time I had been man, like them

now with the day vanishing all around me

i had become electric rage

a two dimensional light horse

dreamy with love and revenge

and skinny as the night

'meanwhile she had had two kids but one of them died

because it was born with a heart that had holes in it'

this story was heard told to him on the big boat

in the middle of paradise beside the ocean

the volleyball player (watercolor and graphite on paper)