At the Infuse -Open Mic MAY 12 Every SECOND Sundy event in Phoenix, Arizona I read the following. Thank you Lalli for hosting and snapping an image of me with my camera. Sure hope I can share this in Spokane, Washington at the Broken mic where I read my first poem in public.
Bummed that I can’t hem and haw to introduce my latent flaw so here I go with this tale lagin soon be waggin in a wagon pulled by the dragOnIng.A breath of fresh air into my soul by my writing, with my reading, granted by your listening.
It’s kind of interesting that as I grow closer to the problem I feel the answer slip away perhaps obscured by it’s enormity and/or my proximity whose vantage point does not allow me to see that big question that eludes answer, that exudes question that twists and turns in my mind to jumble up in left down out right obfuscation.
This is a first second draft. Comments welcome. I made up a few of the words. As I write this I imagine I’m reading it to you rather than you reading it. Watch out poetry slam!
With my every viewing or participation of Facebook the dichotometric thread of my existence between the analog blood and tissue me and the imposition of the digital impersonation of that existence in a silicon world thins to a point nearing twang! Don’t worry I will not climb a clock tower, only postal employees do that. Right? To paraphrase Number six of “The Prisoner” “I am a free man, I am not an internet protocol number” – is that in my own mind.!? Now I ask you why should you be a friend if I hardly know you? Can’t you be an acquaintance? A friend would be a so much more if “Discount Anime art” were merely an acquaintance. Why do I have to like someone let alone something? Why can’t I “not dislike”, “neutral”, or “dislike” said someone or something? Consider this, can you answer any question phrased as: “What is your favorite ___?” with a single word in response? Like (unintendedpun) for instance how can anyone have just one favorite color? I guess my single favorite color would be grey monochromatically speaking or purple polychromaticly. Those color choices being amalgam of all the colors in their respective mono or poly chromasticity narrowed to a single choice. Ya see I can’t narrow it to one even in this diatribmatic oratory. Even as I exchange positive experiences, feelings and ideas with you, by my sharing in the social media, the faceMonster ingests more of me to regurgitate back to me as chum baiting me further as I cannibalize my own Soylent green self to vainly supply it’s ever increasingly insatiable hunger of deceit, deception and distortion to engage me to click on yet another button, the button “Farce Monstre” “proceed to checkout”
In the wee small hours I might perceive moments of clarity that fade as I look for pen or keyboard. Perhaps after several, of these perceived moments of clarity in the wee small hours these perceived perceptions of clarity may gather long enough for me to coral a few with paper or computer program to remember or dismember or to distribute to other members and visitors of the wee small hours.