You know, don't you, what we're doing here? The evening laid out like a beach ball gone airless. We're watching the spectators in the bleachers. The one in the blue shirt says, "I knew, even as a child, that my mind was adding color to the moment." The one in red says, "In the dream, there was a child
Costumes Exchanging Glances
The rhinestone lights blink off and on. Pretend stars. I’m sick of explanations. A life is like Russell said of electricity, not a thing but the way things behave. A science of motion toward some flat surface, some heat, some cold. Some light can leave some after-image but it doesn’t last. Isn’t that what they say? That and that historical events exchange glances with nothingness.