Thursday, January 15, 2009

Mr. White;

i built a wall.
it was exhausting.
but i also got to build angle wings.
and create a human sociograph, bar graphs.
i took a journey
where i met a woman
from the 1800s who wore gloves
to hide the red dye on her fingertips.
she told me she is leaving her husband
and of her dye brush,
hidden behind the house,
left for her daughter to find.

i'm working on completing the story.

i noticed how in philly
the sky comes to the tip of the trees
or the flat of the rooftops
depending on which side of my axis
you stand on.
never the ground.

i talked to david bradley.

the something we created
was filled with overlapping voices;
poetry,
cardboard symbolism,
child's play,
musical instruments
created out of the floor.

i built a wall to protect myself
but stripped down to uncover
Lady Jane.

it was

exhausting.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

the moon shifted
it's telling yesterday.

always smiling right
before they leave-

maybe it's not
a Warning,

the hazed grin,
laughing whisper,
of limitations,
all his misgivings -

but instead
a reminder
to stay me.