red notes from the canopy.

 

 

 

My wish is that Michael Jackson was still alive so we could, sitting in a warm place, compare our skins.

So I would know finally,

conclusively,

that it was the sun making me darker, not the Natunola making me lighter. I love the ape face of Chimpanzee's

and I heard he had one(in 83) Bubbles which was a curious name for a chimp, but was kept diapered up,

was fed Similac, slept in a crib at the Neverland compound, ate candy, used the toilet and later attempted

suicide.

 

Perhaps he heard that when chimps get older they grow incresingly recalcitrant, pull of the faces and penis's

of strangers just for detecting hostile, fixed eyes. Oh s**t, we don't want that to happen since I need both

of those to go forward. But those who intimate death also intimate saluatations, that thing that comes

immediately before the body of a dear-John letter. I would guess, no different that those young poets who write

so eloquently about strange things that visit their rooms, then fondle them in the night.

 

Every evening that you wipe away your makeup is a sort of death march. First foundation, then eyeshadow,

then lipstick is the order that the undertaker takes. There are men who want a womens shape so badly

they have their hips and breast injected with an industrial silicone, learn to talk with a high voice.

Fain compassion. And they all end up in some emergency room or psychiatric clinic, because it's altogether

fair and lovely to compare. I bought a sarong from the consignment store as if Detroit was the Malay

Archiplago but didn't know what else to do but adopt a peaceful mantra.

 

Poor little ole me.

Reviews

[writing mojo]

Your weaving of the uncovered is like finding a Hellenistic period tapestry in Freud's Oedipus complex basement...genius and dark beauty worn by subjective clock hands; some might think you are in the wrong place, but never have the decency or the complicity to realize this just a time period....subconscious on anyone not willing to take the time to listen to the glacier
plowing under their own feet, never walking in another person's particular shoes...
great piece.

[Corset]

I think the reason I relate to you so well is because we were both born without the things we think we need the most. I find it ironic that every woman on the planet wants a penis except for you, I say that with the utmost sister love and devotion to you my friend. Did you know that monkeys are my favorite animal, aside from horses, and do you know why? Because they have the innocent audacity to pull on penis's and fling poo without a seconds shameful thought about what people will think about it. For them that bravery is inherent, they don't know it's not "done" in proper society, they don't know about the rules humans attach to love or self worth, they just crap and piss where they want and they will make it projectile if the thought crosses their mind without a seconds moment of pretentiousness. That is a kind of honesty humans, except the insane, (which is why I also think them beautiful) will never be able to reach, But as beautiful as I find them, I do not think I could live with one. That is my short coming unfortunately, I heard this song earlier in my head I wanted to share it with you- Del Vikings - Come And Go With Me

[kmartell]

oh my dear, the world frowns and laughs so completely.... I think this is a bit of yr genius and me sitting here this morning mounting up against myself, wishing to do justice, keep on doing... type away yon poet

[Lydia Shutter]

An interesting stream of thoughts here....to say the least. From transsexuals to chimpanzees to the color of Michael Jackson's (and you) skin. Not sure how they all go together, but you certainly sparked my thoughts with yours. Lydi**