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