Five Thoughts for November 23rd.
I will somnambulate to the photograph of your naked back, slightly curved, framed in
flannel, and feel not shame, but relief. I will believe in maps, in red lines.
Make cookies, not babies. This is the working prototype from my new new slogan factory.
I will create many slogans, using open-source technology. Others may originate slogans,
but will not engender them. Boys' slogans and girls' slogans are the same slogans.
Yesterday I found a cell phone in the rain. I took it home and placed it in a basket on the
kitchen counter. Every few hours it vibrates horribly. I turn up the television, smoke
another joint, hunker down.
I dreamt of treading water. I dreamt of taking off my shoes. I believed in a power greater
than you, but not me. When God laughs, it sounds notlike thunder, but small children
Side by side, we are in context. Apart, we make different noises. We require new
costumes for this drama. I already have the fancy shoes. Do you have a pirate shirt?