Laura Feldmanfrom Lawnpaint Applicationwhat loops. We have dirt under our fingernails with integrity. Losing slips of paper and forgetting names. I don't walk thru my days with an open mien which fools rush in thru. Perforce finding the event of walking. Having had no one introduce me. The beta stream. High brain wave voltage. Sleep spindles, endless utterances. Using the day as an excuse, the interim. Not where were going but as we're busy making plans. I think about the drought in this context: we as a people cannot cry capriciously off camera. The water bureau told us to inform on one another if caught unnecessarily thereby wasting. Not letting this water fall just anywhere. Storing them up. Apply lawn paint. Suspiciously I water my waxworks surreptitiously thereby not conserving time. What a sad routine how really very sad. The inviolable numbers. The paper does create an event. The paperwork stacks up. That's why teaching someone something for money is crucial. I would secretly rather continue to remove the ads and make my own song. Don't bother watering the soul. If the rains come perpare for a wet winter. Prepare for the next event. Every time you call her machine I imagine you on the sidewalk in front of her house doing the water dance. As cards creating global warming my mind is made up. Frequency attenuates, abates. You could make it handle itself. No longer having to think about it. It doesn't fit. I roam carrying a heavy bag full of details still looking for inbetween shots of canvas spare paint borrowed bits of ego freshener. My favorite place is not the chairs and tables outside of the cafe but the space across the street covered by trees where the stones steps lead up to the front porch of a house no longer there. But this Morning I was socially disclosed: not one of the static quo taking over the tables and not one of the homeless who have the steps to the structure that will someday be there. Copyright © 1996 Laura Feldman |
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