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 …
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 …
Journals full of things I didn’t do. Lists of maybes. The triumph of not being hasty. Libraries of the ideas of others that kind of feel like mine. On the street, they’re doing Christmas again. Demonstrating faith to each other by displaying strings of lights. The sun is not yet up, and I am tearing …
The dead say eliminate . . . get things out. Don’t contain things. The dead desire the stages of beauty only the living have. The dead are here to destroy your life. They’ll come through tumors and alcohol and groupthink. They want you out so they can come back in and party. The dead say …
