the things IV (water mixable oil and acrylic on canvas)

everything that is 

singing is singing

i've growed an arm

it's hairy and comes 

out of me at an angle

that's odd at first but 

then seems to make 

sense

4 skulls (acrylic paint on 4 wood boards)

winter has only begun

and already i look

forward to the spring

the beat is so heavy

my bones are breaking

it is heavier than heaven

still i refuse to dance

the band is onstage playing

but i am in my bed

waiting for death to find me

alone and unharmed

our love is so new

yet i stand underneath

the onion trees singing

sad songs about the sea

your kisses swim along

the shore of my mouth

and already I'm looking off

into the deep blue

the back of my face

is filled with words

each sentence a two by four

i'm building a fortress (not a home)

i have been doing the math

and i have a terrible feeling

nothing is adding up as

nicely as i'd hoped it would

winter has only begun

and already i look

forward to the spring

the things II (acrylic on board)

Planet of death

in a place beyond 

the end of the world

under the black 

ceiling of the hotel

i fell through my life

listening to the

air conditioner

(the slow motion of it)

an aloe ocean 

the lion sinking it's teeth

into the young gazelle

the smell of the sea

later at the pizza-rama

my dreams unrecognizable

i clawed my way through the

hearts like lawn chairs