an enemy of one 

an enemy of all is

lex luthor

sitting in the cabin

held his ear

he'd been shot

earlier in the day

her words 

kept working their

way into it

words like 'canister'

and 'fingerling'

he didn't want 

those words

in there

bleeding and dying

he'd lose everything

and looked forward

to that time

sort of

bug-eyed (graphite, india ink and watercolor on illustration board)

the reason for gravestones

after a hard long day

death is there waiting

but it's not until you see death

in the driveway that it really hits you

then you just want to be remembered

you want to leave something behind

that will show the people you love

there was someone with your name

that mattered somehow

weather sensor 3012 (graphite and watercolor on illustration board)

no one can stay long

in the black car

filled with black spots

the black bark of the moon

stuck in the sky's black back

the black skin of the night

covered in black blood

your black tongue

soaking in my black face

while the black building

burns

and they went to be (mixed media with india ink on illustration board)

eating the monkey's hands

you are

the president of space

hanging on a star

black like me

you move like a sonic ranger

with your mannequin presence

it isn't hard to imagine

the outcome of most situations

we are barely in heaven

but i know what you want

i know what you want

take the ashes off

the polaroid flashes

against your bionic cheeks

your smile on the paper

and the earth underneath

charlie (soft pastel on inkjet paper on illustration board)

The black hockey player

I squeeze the crest onto my face

And brush away the darkness

the women in the room

Rubbing the vagisil into the folds of my pussy

The steam coming off my hard hairy hands

the room above my room

I'm a severely retarded American Mormon

I transcribe the names of the dead in a bunker in Burbank

the room of forever

The morning newscasters speaking in other words

The inside of my heart bending into a brick

the forever of my morning

An attractive blonde scientist mixes up the medicine in a commercial

Cut to a cute dog in a field

the morning of scientific women

The Japanese couple is married on the worlds largest roller coaster

A small boy dies of cancer, his father asleep on a chair

the science of mourning

The skydiver's parachute is failing as he falls

Through the most beautiful sky he'll ever see

we are all falling from the sky

I don't want you to love me but

I have a terrible feeling I've always known

Pablo

pablo (soft pastel on inkjet paper on illustration board)

The days are beautiful

I came from outer space

Bringing small cakes

Made from the

Mix of the white dwarf

I came from outer space

With no reason for it

My hand black

And filled with gold

I opened the can filled with soup

With my black hand

I entered the cooking room

Putting the pan on the fire

I got on what was left of my knee

With a ring I made my case

You turned into me your eyes

Folding me into light

A baby was growing in your mouth

It was black and gold like my hands

You opened your head up

I was in the living room

I could hear you dreaming

The days were beautiful

I realized we were dying

And held you as you ate a salad

I hear a dog barking

It is my dog

She is yellow and filled with stars

All the days are beautiful

the secret eyes of tennessee (mixed media on board)

on a rainy day

somewhere in the future

you'll be doing your drugs

in the parking lot

and you'll hear a voice say

  

she baked the brownies

with applesauce

she saw the deed

her poms poms piled up on the floor

i take two pills for the pain

one to make the world go way

and one for the moon because

all my friends are dying

broken wings (mixed media)

sitting outside the municipal court

i am dark

like a rose 

in a dark room

a room without light

made darker by 

the sound of breathing

the smell of bodies 

moving about

made of milk by

ten thousand ghosts

singing the songs of neil diamond

the world burning, flying through heaven

it's tail caught in the spokes of time

made cleaner by the wounds of jesus

light shinning through them

fish swimming in their seams

god holding the body of a dead baby

in its golden arms