January 29, 2006
door shaking, weather
I can’t be more sorry that this lifetime has played such a cruel trick on us. We have our test tubes because of the growths on our spines, the red colours of our buildings that don't burn, a held space for cures when I used to cut my own hair, examining its ends. You’re made of stone, they say, you’re a destroyer. Repeat after me. And I do, I play along, wishing I knew what I was saying. Since I’m not sure what these equations mean, yearly, my life one false arrest after another, clumps of my hair filling the black garbage bag, the remainder clogging the sink for weeks, and the next second I'm told I'm unrecognizable without my black eyes. So It's the season, they say the season has been unkind, marking such anniversaries, a block of time threatening to rip your file folder apart. Green Grass of Tunnel, & I shut my eyes
I met this guy - and he looked like he might have been a hat check clerk at an ice rink. Which, in fact, he turned out to be. And I said: Oh boy. Right again. Let X=X. You know, it could be you. It's a sky-blue sky. Satellites are out tonight. Let X=X. You know, I could write a book. And this book would be thick enough to stun an ox. Cause I can see the future and it's a place - about 70 miles east of here. Where it's lighter. Linger on over here. Got the time? Let X=X. I got this postcard. And it read, it said: Dear Amigo - Dear Partner. Listen, uh - I just want to say thanks. So...thanks. Thanks for all the presents. Thanks for introducing me to the Chief. Thanks for putting on the feedbag. Thanks for going all out. Thanks for showing me your Swiss Army knife. and uh - Thanks for letting me autograph your cast. Hug and kisses. XXXXOOOO. Oh yeah, P.S. I - feel - feel like - I am - in a burning building - and I gotta go. Cause I - I feel - feel like - I am - in a burning building - and I gotta go. [Laurie Anderson, Let X=X]