I like the Way....

 

Lipstick and Mascara III mixed media on paper 20 x 20 cm

I LIKE THE WAY…

I like the way that shirt fits.

Yes, flannel can look girly.

Where Were You? I looked

not everywhere only in the piazza,

the square, the exquisitely well-lit

Plaza Mayor. I am not ready

to climb over nor under everything

thin, uneven or crooked to find you.

No bridges, no canals in Venice, no buttered

scones or stack of waffles sticky with syrup

consumed non-intellectually in a Berkeley diner

while I speculate about the ins-and-outs of your body.

On the other hand, glad I haven’t met you yet. Me,

that folly on two legs, its tongue hanging out, saying

how do you do, nice to meet you, the pleasure’s all yours.

Dance Fetish

Fetish 30 x 40 cm - mixed media

DANCE

In the midst of our multicultural festival

there’s an ageing overweight lady

dancing in the street alone, parade music floating

by on floats, and the homeless people  

are never without their bottle

of blue-label vodka and who always seem to be

shit-faced and hung-over at the same time.

Like having the flu everyday for the rest of your life.

I think that’s when I would stop. When I couldn’t

tell the difference between ecstasy and its punishment. 

I usually hate crowds, the teeming whatever, the pullulating

throng, but today I feel serene, almost scarily tolerant.

The dancing lady’s wearing a string of plastic flowers around her neck

and Karin’s photographing her and people smile but don’t shake

heads or mock or they simply ignore her, because the sun’s shining 

there are dozens of colors surging and everyone’s drinking

beer or Brazilian cocktails, getting high on whatever’s available

and judgment’s not an option; judgment, at this point, would kill. 

Opening Sequence Robert Altman's "The Company"

"Tensile Involvement"