Lonely Salmon Horse

The ancient laughter echoes through ceilings that leak all over the pores of my outer skin

My skin which has become so fragile can be ripped by a memory of  past desires.

The deer took his horns and placed them on me,

He gave me no warning, and no alarm.

I just felt the horns transform into antlers

and with antlers I turned into a horse, a salmon horse, running on cotton plains

all alone.

Frida Kahlo

Drew this on the back of a Fellini's Pizza Menu



Telescope For Your Tears

If the silver yarn twisted around your neck unties and your face falls to the floor
I'll be there to catch it with my inflatable hand.
My palm will be cushion to support your fragile eyes.
Your ears will stay attached to your head so you can listen to the beautiful noise chaos has offered

Your lips will tumble, nervously seducing me.

Your sweet tears will grow into a body of water filled with planets and stars

I will need a telescope to examine those lovely tears of yours.

Enough crying!
I am sinking in your zodiac mythology.
The silver string I will have to give back.

Characters for future animation?!

I've really been into animation films and manga and comic book drawings. I like the idea of creating characters and having them evolve. These would be some characters in any type of animation I would make. Amanda Truelove showed me an animation named Salad Fingers and it really inspired me to keep going at it with these characters.

The Painting Is Complete!

"And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again."
— E. E. Cummings

More Poems of Current Time

Kaleidoscope to Knot

Can the goat smile

when it grows upward and orange

when the ink falls from the ocean swimming into rocks

and squeezes carrots into juice boxes

for the shaved water balloons?

Virgin Peacock

The bush slime of hairs across that gentle skin of yours,

It is beginning to hiss all over my tight brain

The cells are bursting into magic colors

The aura of my jumping nerves

Smile like the homeless man who gets a couple of dollars on the side of the street

And

That sweet little laugh now travels through my veins,

And

I have become immune to your tenderness

Future Fig Tree

Peaches from the south

Like toasted honey almonds

Nest within me into higher and sacred thoughts

Like dreams splitting into reality

And as the light continues to fall into the mist of all the outer feelings..

I remember the red blood dripping from our mouths

like dogs with rabies pissing from their mouths

Inside my Journal

Las Mujeres

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Some Colored Sketches

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.Creature was made by Ethan and I.