If he needs a third eye he just grows
it *
huhmm Idve thought he would have been born with it
nee
with a conscience a critical mass or perception of himself beyond himself a turgid bubble of skin bota body bobbing in the wash and wave of our oceanic
existence which one day will go over the
sharp edge of the world split freefall
spinning
wherever
it may
tho which he assured himself was yet another
crazy path a dashed-line coming off a wild bees fanny in its enthusiastic panic
after pollen
still
this cat apparently had the option to grow one
perhaps it is akin to those worrisome concerns
some daddies have that their sons grow a pair
which should not be a concern to any
father
theirs ought to be turned onto
themselves an of their own clutch purse
once an amniotic sack of either sex is
ruptured emptied the yolk is indelibly
its own
later defined by its ability or not
to fend off the influences(foulings) of Nuture(their Nature set)
he could close his eyes or not an
deftly experience the tumult of his memories
pull a skein from his messily-wrapped ball finger the crude knots he fashioned to secure
its stop-gaps when he discovered realeyesed things were coming unbound
unfounded fictive
unfounded fictive
an while he believed it was necessary an healthy there
is fiction in ones life that fiction has
a place
but it has to be parsed an
separated from that which is true
like opinion it cannot supplant facts
or the truth
he understood that early but not definitively
until at the hands of an epiphany he suffered while riding in the back of an
open pick-up truck on a dusty dirt road
beside it was a brilliant green-grass
field edged by a stark three-chord barbed-wire fence
on it hung a weathered hand-painted
sign
TRESPASERS WILL BE VIOLATED
he couldnt imagine the kinds of
violation there was to be had at the hands of illiterati
it chilled him to his very core
it is the hard-core Truth one takes
over the edge into their freefall
Fiction is cowardly It wouldnt dare take that jump
Fiction is cowardly It wouldnt dare take that jump
It would however sit nearby enjoying a generous
vantage point eat bon-bons an watch as you left
0933,
Twosday, 12 1. 16
* 1965
Bob Dylan from his Can you please crawl out your window?
while wrioting listened to:
