Wednesday

i had lunch with ryan

it feels like living in a sweet crepe, swimming around with my mouth open in a skylite snowcone, and lazing about with my mouth closed on marshmallows. it's like i never have to fear again, because fear has been replaced by marvelous novelty foodstuffs of understanding. oh...oh no.

--

you don't know how lucky you are
that you don't
swell up like a balloon
and explode.

matrix of the locus
to feign delightful blunder
some reactionary nap
dog knows better than to fence in

no dog; be a dog
to catch in the hands would be
something like a detriment
to return would be something else

"how will i know
when i make a mistake"
if it's not too forward,
i missed my train for a kiddie cone.

one should always view one's art
as horribly embarrassing
there are implications
there are very large bathrooms

to be reckoned with
[beneath all these clothes,
i am a very serious person
with more very serious clothes]

2 comments:

Ryan W. said...

this reminds me of that one time in the gallery when you said you were a serious person

bender said...

that reminds me of that one time on the sidewalk when you said you were a liar