And you could, at the behest of a guru, wait for the pond to clear, for the mud to settle and the surface to stretch to placidity – then to drop your pebble and reap your simple and beautiful reward. Or, you could teem with the masses, a mosh pit of frothing swimming hole plotters …
If I’m a dreamer, have I dreamed this into being?A mudslinger.A baseball player.A quarterback.A genius at a desk, pushing eraser flotsam across a vinyl ocean.A reader of books.A seer of patterns on the bedroom ceiling.A king sent to bed by Maurice Sendak.A lover of ladies. A seeker of un-virginity.A dramatist playing at coming together and …
What is further?Further than where? Nowhere is further than here.Hey, there’s a doozie. Nowhere is definitely further than here.But, there’s certainly nothing further than what’s here, right? There’s never anything further than here.But a bunch of nowhere exists beyond this here here. A pretzel of infinite truth. Or a lie? There’s nothing beyond this.That’s another …
Yes, sitting near a fire and telling half-truths. Yes, hands across a body. Yes, pulling words from thin air only to send them back. Yes, death on the line. Flights, and you don’t know how to fly. Yes, eyes to the stars. A woman important because of a nipple. Yes of course, eating and sex …
