the gardner (watercolor, ball point pen and pencil on watercolor paper)

somewherelse

in a land near you

i observed swan

using leaf blowers

to clean out the

pools of the rich

in a land near you

i wore the mask

of conviction as it

cut into my face i

cried out for more

in a land near you

i sat sewing the flag

of forgiveness. i

ran out of thread and

resorted to excuses

in a land near you

i hurdled the mountain

of pornography. its

snow capped peaks

wet and alluring

in a land near you

i married the queen

of abstinence. her

bloated face covered

in marmalade and glue

in a land near you

i wore the pants

of uncertainty. they

felt loose and kept

falling to the floor

in a land near you

all the lights of the cities

had gone out leaving

only the glow of vast

forest fires in the distance

in a land near you

i buried all my treasure but

the money i threw at

the faithless as i drove

through streets of desire

in a land near you

the grass was as green

as a guillotine and i sang

your name. sharp as stones

my legs everywhere at once

in a land near you

i wept like a road

my tires skidding off

the edge into the thick

memory of us

cozumel (ballpoint pen, watercolor, color pencil on paper)

the younger nick

or (above the tree line)

then there were the desperate

troubled teen years in charlotte

h'd buy a small metal bonjolaili

and drive it down the coastal highway

smoke hashish and tape pictures

of gloria swanson to his marlboro's

a man of many words, then

just a wishbone of adjectives and

unnecessary analgesics h'd

dated a hairdresser for about a week

bought a skyranger

made up stories about bear

white bear. yellow bear. you name it

h's california cuddliness falling

away leaving a dark k emboldened on

h's upper arm. a collapse of melanin

then there was the way all light died

anywhere near what was left of k's eyes

h dreamed of k's salivary glands

a wine forest rich in red mucin

they married under a pomegranate sky

her womb would remain barren. they

adopted dwarves and moved north h's auburn

beard turning a deep white, k's pungent freckled skin

becoming ferule. she had an affair

with a co-worker years later. it was a nightmare

radio waves couldn't reach the house

there in the silence. a blanket of nouns

h's red suit. a streak of blood across the sky

above the roofs of children's ginger minds

luc and dad (collaboration with luc schneider 5yrs old) - pencil and watercolor on paper

it's

not over

yet/yes

it is

i may or may not have been here before

but i am sure that this is my last

chance to ever be happy again

you sit on the sink with your long socks

on blowing bubbles into the cabinets

black open graves

i'll take what's behind door number

three thousand and twenty five

for two hundred dollars jack

the lights dim and the air grinds and

leans out of the room as the curtain parts

and everything is fart noise

the talkers (ink pen on illustration board)

surgery

can you see the grey eagle

in the sky above

it's not an eagle

it's some kind of white vulture

it's hard to see as eyes

fall out of love

cutting the onion

of delicate night memory

my eye got stuck to the inside of your head (intaglio copper plate etching on paper)

the Buffalo

black and pink pigs sit at tables

Talking about nothing or

Simply lost in a waking sleep

The young sucklings taking it all

In.

I shovel shit colored mudd into

My mouth using whatever's closer

A fork or spoon. Shrimps. Severed

Chicken legs. Where are the feet

I can't stop crying.

I'm absolutely Dead inside

and full of thoughts

Of you with your blue eyelids

And wide mouth. Your skinny shoulders

And big hands.

The wind of you

Has filled the sky with feathers

Making it hard to breathe or sleep

I've won all the money but i'm still

alone in my heart

alarms sound victory

Throughout the casino

God puts a cigarette in my mouth

Death cannot touch me

The whores call out

my name From the shallows

They'll suck my wet cock

For nothing tonight Even though

nothing is ever free

Here in buffalo

And there you are always

the time it takes to shoot a gun

When I open my eyes for a moment

At 4 in the morning with the blankets

Binding me to the broken bed

The burning feeling of dread

in another boat

Your lips and skin covered with

Pimples and moles black

Like the moon

your back With it's bandage

and blemished surfaces

The sweat under your mouth

I've tasted the sky there

And my plane has no place to land

I'm crashing into the moon

A black breathing

The black breathing of Air

The black smoke of your mouth

and black kisses

the man who stole the sun (watercolor and graphite on paper)

Pillowcase perfume

I spike out over the side

Hitting toledo like an electric octopus

my titts hanging off me like monsters

today is as hard as my dick was last night

In the comforter

Pulled up to my chin

For a moment at peace

Rolling through The middle of America

Those twenty two year old tempters

I'm on the Wayne Neil express

All white lined highway and tall tales

wishing I could be a mile above the earth

Next to you covered in flames

Dreamy eyed on the outside

Falling forever on the inside

luc a dad (collaboration with luc schneider (age 5) watercolor, pencil on paper)

pixelchrist vs. mario kart

a rainbow in the distance presses

against a blue curtain of satin sky

certain of nothing, Certainly not jesus

or the metal pac man chained to the ground

wearing the mask of the magnetic beast

and blending in with the light beams

i hurry my moped past daisies and barbed

wire phosphorescent cubes of magic twirling in the road

they've thrown the egg man into the well

still i maneuver though this mushroom landscape

once upon a time I had been man, like them

now with the day vanishing all around me

i had become electric rage

a two dimensional light horse

dreamy with love and revenge

and skinny as the night

'meanwhile she had had two kids but one of them died

because it was born with a heart that had holes in it'

this story was heard told to him on the big boat

in the middle of paradise beside the ocean

the volleyball player (watercolor and graphite on paper)