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. …
What’s wanted from a fire? Nothing required from a fire. It takes away. Fire taking away thought. Burning presence to sell you immediate wonder. Tearing up both oxygen and sight. Taking out other lights while projecting falseness on the walls. Throwing giggling light onto stillness. Animating nothingness. Animating bumps on stucco. Flashing streaks of shadow …
