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