post 25 november

walking toward more there is nothing in store that hasn’t been stocked no key that hasn’t been locked into place while the wasting hours passed and at last the end is reached but to seek and to find what you had in mind is to be disappointed or to laugh double-jointedly at the way you can free your suppositions from restraint the paint-by-numbers making us dumber or the colors making our fingers into summer when we are filled with mud and sunshine our grass grows and our toes know we are rhyming for no reason and by we I mean me and by you I mean me and this is a very self-congratulatory exercise collected and never neglected but the works of this art will not hang will not stand for this or hang it all around the mulberry bush in the park in the dark of a day of confusion with the light an illusion and the knowledge collected is directed at other goals like how to and wherefore and those kinds of scenes but the space in between is made up of gray and it’s sometimes nearly black when the acting turns to improv and there’s plenty of room for improvement in the movement between script and action the collapsing of confidence when the second speaker turns from the dialogue you practiced in the mirror and leans in nearer and asks you what you mean deep within and you swim with your mouth hanging open and your eyes closed hazy still with chlorine and heading toward the deep end pretending this is a new exercise on the next page and all you have to do is turn and the answers are already written and you’ll be smitten with their perfection once you find the right direction