Wednesday, August 24, 2011

el hombre del sombrero




a man wearing a hat walks by
drowning inside himself
the sea filled with monsters

a man walks by carrying the sun as it explodes
everything in the universe
once fit inside god's hat

a man walks by a bird encircling a tree
michael jackson sequined
fingering the brim of his black hat

a man walks by the end of the earth
he calls later and tells me he
saw this poem wearing his hat



Sunday, August 7, 2011

the catholic girl (rapidograph on illustration board)



100 colones



tecate and dope
and hepatitis B
far from the water
and close to the sea

needles in the pie
babies in the bowl
where we once was
we wasn't no mo'

a little round neck
covered in skin
and spiderlegs
a real mexican

close to the ground
and far from the truth
with her legs in the air
like a telephone booth



Monday, August 1, 2011

oral rob I (record covers, foam board, acrylic paint and glue on wood)









Lake Placid



Though we are lost and without hope
i fall asleep almost instantly

when I wake from this dream I will destroy everything
There at the edge of the world
The German rappers won't stop rapping

when I wake from this dream I will destroy everything
Setting the baby back on the stove
The high divers vomit into the sink

when I wake from this dream I will destroy everything







Sunday, July 17, 2011

oral rob III (record covers, foam board, glue, acrylic paint on plywood)


pete townsend*



when you kill it
the song's egg hatches
in their hearts

(*)

when you kill it
the wolf passes you by
on the dark road

(*)

when you kill it
jesus picks you up and takes you out
for a romantic dinner

(*)

when you kill it
amy grant drops the charges
and you're free to go

(*)






*something bad will happen soon








Wednesday, July 13, 2011

tennessee ernie ford (mixed media collage on wood board)


where i live now



the end came
(not unexpectedly)
we'd seen it coming for years
the dark circles under her eyes
her insistence on drinking only
wine coolers

the pig veins
folding out of her eyes
babies falling down the well
of her head
bruising the gasoline into her
skin

i lived in the fanciest
part of town then
glass airplanes would fly so low
you could see everything
the endless 
bottomlessness

glass apes 
would feed on her brokenness
their crystal skin
revealing monkey bones
covered in candles
like diamond stores

your plans of leaving 
without me never materialized
these lost things
idle threats
i was trapped in the car
with everyone

the drive 
to restoration hardware
seemed endless
we made so much money 
that year
we all bought slaves

why in gods name 
is this still 
happening 
to me
please. for god's sake
make it stop



Friday, July 1, 2011

superhero (rapidograph on illustration board)



reasons for rules



1. your mom won't die when you're thirteen

2. the sky will fill with blue feathers. they will fall on your shoulders and lift you into heaven where bruce lee will speak perfect english, because it'll be thought language and you will never have to shit your pants again.

3. your white jeans (you bleached them white and now they are without hope) won't rip away at the party so that you have to walk around all night explaining what happened getting drunker and drunker and finally going home with the black girl and fucking her in your roommates bed while he's at the bar and then having him check you up against the wall the next day, screaming into your face, "did you fuck ____ in my bed?" and you lying, saying, "no, we just made out"

4. because moths, sans self-love, seek the light outside themselves and are consumed by it

5. the dead body behind your mouth will suddenly come back to life.

6. you won't remember a thing, but the little that you do remember will be awful

7. the house will finally get repainted

8.. your fingernails on the bathroom floor will be covered in blood, but at least it will be someone else's

9. the small wax statue of the bhuda will fly past your head and through the yellow light of the alley behind the baxter building

10. you won't be there lying in the bushes. the sound of ten feet running by and then stopping in the middle of the street. you won't be lying in the grass, trying not to breathe. your friend there in the darkness with you. you won't hear someone ask, "where did those motherfuckers go", or the sound of their sneakered feet dying off in the distance while you lay there for at least 20 minutes not moving and not saying a word and finally creeping back to your friends house praying to god you don't run into those sociopaths again that night but then seeing them at school and nobody saying a word and acting like the whole thing never happened.

11. your wife won't gamble away your nest egg and then refinance the house one week when you're away and then also lose that money over the course of two months. falling down into the darkness. crying and asking for your forgiveness as you realize everything is gone and there's no way you're going to get it back and you walk out and feel as free as you've felt in years.

12. the earth won't be destroyed by a meteor

13. the earth will be destroyed by a meteor but only after you escape in a gigantic space ship that is way nicer than the earth, but even lonelier

14. then everyone, lacking faith, will be banished to hell to be consumed by fire and suffer for all eternity, because in the few milliseconds that they were alive, here, without a clue, without hope, they didn't quite get it right. and it makes perfect sense that god is a judgmental psychopath with balls that smells like the ocean and tits bigger than ferris wheels

15. then the oil and fat will fall through you and out and into the bowl and float on the water like a dream. an orange dream. the orange dream of being skinny again.

16. then everything will be OK





Monday, June 20, 2011

the candidate (mixed media, ink pen and watercolor on watercolor paper)



falling towards the farthest star



something happened
while the birds were away
some dreamers woke up
and said

come with us
and we'll show you
how the sun
works

then

large squares
appeared in the sky
allowing angels
to fall into the 
oncoming traffic

then 

running the blade
across the floor 
of the tall building with
the lights turned off (or shot out)

i wore the glenn campbell mask 
and there alone on the earth
began to look into the black
face of the universe

Sunday, June 12, 2011

likelihood (collage, inkpen and watercolor on illustration board)




i have many penis



and the worst news is

they will enter your mouth
like a carnival in tennessee
at night while you are sleeping
you wake up and your kids are gone
they've drowned in the swimming pool
no, they're just out playing in the street
naked and unwatchable


and the good news is

they will show up in your ass
like a lunar eclipse after the rain
everyone in the neighborhood watching
so many fingers in the frosting
a wet flag on an electric fence
setting up an urban neighborhood
later the gentrification process so complete
a midnight stroll isn't out of the question
a store that sells eco-friendly lightbulbs


and the best news of all is

they will knock on the door 
of your pussy full of promise
a new president wearing the world
the legs of an eastern ballerina
covered in question marks demanding answers
a crown of soft wet diamonds proclaiming
there are no niggers in denmark
the adult daughter climbing a red 
mountain of desire, determined, 
dusty and finally awake

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