Thursday, May 24, 2012


I want to do something
that doesn't get me put in handcuffs
like I took some bad medicine and got
too clownish. I want my presence
to speak volumes. When I enter
a room, I want people to stand up
just for an instant because they are sort
of getting up to run but then they decide to
stay because the glow of my entrance
is so bewitching. There's more. When
I walk around, I want to thrust my hips
against the air as though I'm pressing
them into something wild and solid.
I want the simple act of my crossing
the street to be symbolic of something
both repellent and oddly attractive.
Ok, that should do it.


Blogger Toast said...

Love it.

1:39 PM  

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