affectionary
He looked at me with suspicion. “Do you have an infection?” …
Failed Poet
He looked at me with suspicion. “Do you have an infection?” …
Creativity & Mental Illness …
i have a body of work …
I am tasked to build a bridge of golden bricks
in one night. I must hod the bricks to the base
then pulley them up to the scaffold squealing
– then they fall back down
…
Success is finite, but failure is infinite. …
I’m just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones
And them British bad boys, the Rolling Stones
I go right to the edge, I go right to the end
I go right where all things lost are made good again
I sing the songs of experience like William Blake
I have no apologies to make
Everything flowing all at the same time
I live on a boulevard of crime
I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods
I contain multitudes …
The woman behind me in the supermarket
nudged my elbow in peevish impatience
and waved her fingers like a whiskbroom at me
– sorry, I was in another world
…
do you remember mallarme’s homage to the white page? …
the eagle flies on the 1st & the 15th
for me and many other salary-men
that is what makes the 31st such a trial
living hand-to-mouth
…
i don’t know when
i don’t know why
i barely know how …