sketch (ball point pen and watercolor in notebook)

THE PRISON EXCHANGE PROGRAM

slicked slickly through the slick sick sickness

your mom ate me when i was five

slightly edgy from the edgy edginess edging on

in a stew she served me to her friends

edging softly through the soft softness softer than

a bargain price corruption. the colossal turbulence

the training shoes hidden under her bed for years

holding my hair, jesus knew, but never told a soul

you were hurting me before (front and back: acrylic paint and ink on particle board and oak)

PUT ME IN COACH 

We had come to the end of my legs 

Any further and you'd have been  

at the foot of the bed where the blood  

was that had fallen from the hammer  

that was swinging from the end of my  

arm or hand as it were. I call it my five  

legged mini me. No head or eyes or brain  

to dream with or figure out how to get to  

Connecticut without leaving a paper trail  

or use a credit card, because the  

police would spot that for sure.  

Just a palm and five feetless fingers 

the recliner (ink pen and watercolor on watercolor paper)

ONE ESKIMO 

what you do is 

shit into a condom 

then, stick it 

in the freezer 

it's called  

space docking 

shitting into the  

condom's the easy part 

the tongue lashing's 

harder 

untitled (graphite on illustration board mounted on plywood)

Rereleasing the kraken

The words crammed 

into his ear

Through his eyes

And throat

he settled out 

in a rusty boat

a gull's bark

Out of the corner

of my "I love you"

The sky bending

Its grey ear to heaven

I rereleased the kraken

on day seven

a terrible roar

Her memory

A poison snake

Inside the baby's

buggy

There are ways out

But not many

a falling comma

i am sad and wish you were here (graphite and watercolor on handmade watercolor paper)

2011

naked

i sit at the dark table

drinking

your wine and

laughing

at your stupid

fucking

jokes

dick tree (ceramcoat on canvas)

the filling station

a finger folds out into a finger

feng shui-ing out into outer hand

this finger is filled with jesus power

and resurects an empty from the

trash bin at 45th and 8th ave

all of heaven rejoices as the lord

skinny dipping in a cauldron of light

prepares for the feast of ascension

diane keaton is eating a cantalope

riding the orange giraffe of cancer

it'll all be healthy foods from here on in

elvis was a hero to most but not

to chuck d. chuck told him and john wayne

to go fuck themselves. terminator x

and flava flav acting as witnesses

the blustery boobs of jackie bissett falling

and then failing badly in a midlife turn of events

the cat man of KISS battling breast cancer

god fires his love cannon at your boobs

it's loaded with love balls. they will kill you

he is shooting you now. it takes a while

for them to arrive from heaven

dogwalker (watercolor and acrylic ink on watercolor paper)

interesting possibilities

discomfort is the close companion of the poet

misery, the cup from whence the thirsty poet drinks

despair, the grooming product of choice for the bard

hunger, the horse upon which it rides into battle

alienation, an expensive pair of jeans the poet

will take to an informal gathering of other poets

social ineptitude is the steak and eggs of the breakfast poet

a clean washcloth comes in handy after anal intercourse

the bricks of dublin are old and beautiful

the leprechaun is an uncanny catcher of fish

you don't want to be a big fish with a leprechaun nearby

i've told you time and time again, i can't pay you back

now quit bothering me….please

mom

the puker (ink and watercolor on watercolor paper)

lazy beam

all the lights went out

you couldn't see anything

inside your house

i became milk

you poured me into

the ruin of your bed

taking my head off your neck

gluing diamonds everywhere

you left me by the shore

with my pants on and

your high heeled shoes

and parliaments

i can't seem to find

anything to worry about

you said as you drove

away in your beautiful car

freud (watercolor and acrylic ink on watercolor paper)

let's not go there tonight

i'd been a book dealer

in milwaukee for a few

years at that point

drinking heavily

in the darkness

so you can see the face

of it coming into the

light

building the thing

one stone at a time

up and into the sky

with it's dreamy blindings

in the darkness

so you can see the face

of it coming into the

light

the thought of you

with your head filled up

with brown borrowed

beliefs

in the darkness

so you can see the face

of it coming into the

light

my neck covered in

large boils bleeding

into the priests long

dark woolen robe

in the darkness

so you can see the face

of it coming into the

light