I don’t care, and I don’t have a mind complicated enough to think that what I care about matters.That is the surrender required.Could you have an argument with the weather that matters or changes anything?“This year there have been too many clouds. We were robbed of a summer.”Who’s doing the robbing?You and your silly thoughts. …
You look at me like you want something.And I doubt that it is simply sex.You want to know your self.But you think it comes through me.You make me into a character your mind loves.That character doesn’t exist. But of course it does.Because you made it.And I am here for you.And you are here for me.Pleased …
It’s structured like an Aesop fable.Boy asks cow behind a fence.Boy asks fox on a rock with Stevie Wonder sunglasses.Boy asks turtle with old man spectacles and raspy experienced voice.Boy asks owl on a branch of a tree with graduate mortar board cap and tassel. Awakening with a childhood advertising fable on the mind.God knows …
This is a stage to dance on.And I am armed with time today.Dali’s watch melts across my wrist.And the stars witness. And the city lights beckon.Some one could see a fool on a hill,outlined by light.No one could see.But this is a stage to dance on.This is a place to put feet in orders of …
An updated version of Plato’s cave, this movie called The Menu. Kick in the eye. Ha! It’s also a comedic take on the Last Supper. An island restaurant, but really a cave with a show going on. A drama. A stage play. A cast of characters. Diners. Sinners who have missed the mark. A guru. …
