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observation in 4 parts 1 my mind had scattered into a billion particles going in different directions. fortunately time nullifies sensations...it is all part of the memoir crematorium keeping me alive. 2 secured surroundings provided by vessels whose eyes are escape. eventually comfort will come from a drunk mouth playing charades. a joke that went on without the comedian. 3 i had to go back down pressing past my limits so that i could resurrect hopeless but with certainty... the verge of self-destruction reacquainted me with the will to live... beyond shame for myself or consideration for “their” commercially conditioned “needs”. 4 back among the cocooning, in the city of pretensions obscure banal conversations fill my head. it seems these two buy into the idea that they have potential for transcendence. shielded from life’s open sewer system they prepare for an idealized version of existence that has been mapped out at every crossover. their disappointments will be as worthless as the paper their credentials are wrote on.
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