Wrapped up in the poetry of others-
A darkness bleeds into the gulf of desire.
Of warm waters.
Clear waters.
Subtly filled with rancid blood.
Quietly pumped into paradise.
Beats like waves.
Consume me.
Vile putrid smells become familiar, expected.
This is paradise – a hell frozen in fear. I sail to this place like the map is tattooed on the fingers of my mind. I swim in these waters and the taint becomes a permanent aura. Arrogance hides it for a time, this time.
Time & time again.
Walked Biked Created Observed Communed Pondered Written Witnessed Documented Struggled Hid Provided Cooked Consumed Judged Ignored Feared Speculated Tempted Submitted Controlled Questioned Shared Received Raptured Connected Prophesied Accomplished Succeeded Persevered Loved Believed Experienced
Now.
I am not doing this to you.
I am doing this to me.
You say I’ll die alone. I am not surprised. I’ve heard it before.
I remind you that we all die alone.
You have no power here.
Not anymore.
I have a talent.
I know it, I hear it from you.
You tell me.
I look.
I see it, but from a great distance.
I do not trust my talent. I am afraid of its power to define me.
To consume me.
I understand my fraud. My talent is not inside me. It is borrowed.
Broken.
Fragmented among a million references.
I am more than even these million parts.
The whole of me encompasses this talent,
it eats it and this talent is swallowed up into a sea,
infinitely larger.
But you see it as me.
You have tied a string to this talent.
You bookmark me. You pull on this definition.
You choke me. Paused in time.
You watch me turn blue.
I am desperate. But I do nothing.
Is it my place?
Does it matter?
This talent is a burden.
I do nothing,
special.
This is easy.
I just cut the string.
Better that I confuse you than die.
Better that I lose this talent than be so small.
Now I’m alone. This is better.
I am. Better.
Getting better.
The Phoenix series art opening is a celebration of another year of work completed. Stop by and wish me a happy birthday, ask me impossible questions like “What is art?” SuTRA Midtown yoga and their District Gallery will be hosting the opening exhibition for Phoenix 22 on May 7th.
There is a buttload of stuff happening Friday night but this will be THE place to be. We have the tunes of dj ekb* and all the trimmings of an art opening. (including free beer and kickass hosts.)
Let us and your friends know you’ll be there. Pick your poison: Facebook, Eventification.
