See self again. Re-thinking pattern, order, perfection. See again. All he’s been doing for decades is seeing self again. Then it’s stuffed away as the character comes to take its words and play out its half-assed thoughts. But the self will not now be stuffed anywhere. It will charge out like a lamb when provoked, …
Joe vs. the Volcano Cast Away The Terminal Ha, ha, ha. Jaw on floor with the idea that the cast is away. Never thought about that angle. So obvious why the space. The non-notes between the notes in jazz. Duh. We are alone like Chuck. We are tricked like Joe and many-faced like DeDe, Angelica, …
Clutching time like a branded fool, I walk a line in a crowded school. But one day I came to Mary, with one idea so clean and wary. She took its gist and pumped it up, then spit it back into my cup. Oh stop me diabolic fool. I’ve come to play no tricks for …
Soaring into the living once more. Into the lawful. A dazzling wonder materializes before my eyes. A lovely face and frame prances through my text threads. A thought to end all the other thoughts comes alive and dances, swirls in front of my unbelieving notions. The ghost speaks to me intently. It comes through her, …
Dear God – placed here on a worn teak chair, blasted with the morning sun. A phrase foisted on my eyes: “Long enough have you dreamed contemptible dreams,now I wash the gum from your eyes,You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the lightAnd of every moment of your life.”
