Not comprehending the moment You are what you say you are Even if you’re not Your Ancestors warned you But you couldn’t take them seriously Because they wore funny hats And crazy masks How frightened they would be If they could stand here now Beside you in the rising water
You disregard A dream of flying Yet your feet Barely touch the ground When did floating in air Get so difficult? An appointment at the wall of power To go through or fly over To stand and wait To ask permission Everything you know is wrong
Dwindle but remember Keep and leave the soul in December feels a delicious illness in the festival of ill children a Knight, the Devil and Death show up suddenly and them that's in the dark and those in the light begin to change places
while we left here will wind it up and set it out a burning paper boat insignia bridge
Now may be the time To spread new roots To make new contacts A horse’s ass Strikes out on A new adventure No more the greedy cannon Bark No more the mark meaningless Made empty darkly by fake Beatniks and their ugly-thug Brethren Navigator-drivin’- pistols in waistband ass-crack showin’ gowin’ back Downtown.
Borders disobey heretofore obedient River courses Fuck you!
I had my own reasons for staying Here all these years as if Any new germination would Be quickly identified And sent packing as the ridiculous and Uncool thing it really was. Now is the time for color, Now is the time for light, Now is the time for personal mythologies.
(Drawings from "Belly of the Beast," a guilty pleasure- I love Steven Seagal movies!)
The corpus composed the boastful lines lie on the page "not that I can't, but that I won't," says the Liar. “Not until the wind blows,” says he. The crowns and hats and heads blown off And away in elliptical dancing Down saintly western alley Too late we grow smart to realize: not that I won’t, but I can’t.
* I wonder what this says about me, but I have always loved "Sunday In the Park With George" by Stephen Sondheim. I think that the piece titled "Finishing the Hat" really sums up how I feel about the experience of being an artist- I never took the lyrics about the girl leaving quite literally- it always seemed like a metaphor for acceptance, community, significance and meaning.