Ingress

Ingress 80 x 100 cm - acylic on paper

THE HUMAN POTENTIAL MOVEMENT

Scads of people inhabit the season…at the mall, no less.

Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall…Sale!

Merely people, they pretend to be something else.

Superheroes, supermodels, superstars. But what are they, really?

And what would it be like to enter their heads?

It might resemble a commercial spot for some glitzy review

downtown, song and dance, acrobatic erotica, a bit with a dog.

Not downtown New York or London, more like Berlin or Vegas

where such theatres still exist, reminders of what we’d like to forget.

Beneath the glitter, a mouthful of snap and pop, cracking like bone,

sausage or a burrito, or possibly hard candy. Maybe popcorn.

Good, because, according to marketing experts, we work out

our aggressions by chewing something that feels like it’s fighting back;

keeps random public mayhem to a tolerable minimum.

Below the chewing there’s a humming sound that increases

to the whine of a huge, insanely thirsty mosquito drilling through

layers of humiliation, slights, rejection. Sometimes

you wake up feeling like Sylvia Plath without knowing who she was.

You wannabe Jessica Jones. You wannabe Iron Man. You might even

settle for being Robert Downey Jr., or his personal assistant, like

Bowie’s PA who inherited two million after Major Tom passed away.

But even if you could score such a gig it is unlikely RD Jr.’s kicking

anytime soon though some of us wish he was in better movies. Seeking heat  

you reach out for someone to cuddle: your very own supersized love burger.