Take it Easy

Lipstick and Mascara I 20 x 20 cm / with mat 30 x 30 cm (part of a series) available

MOVING

I am moving

like in a painting

or in a movie

to an island

I am moving

some place in a south

where I imagine

anyway sitting beneath

a supple, leafy, dense entity

aggressive roots fingering thickly through

pale earth and sun hammered rock.

“It’s a girl, my lord, in a flatbed Ford…” no,

we are not in Winslow, Arizona. Turn off the radio.

It is an olive tree.

And it looks classical, with no odor.

Towards a white boob like thing

I am moving and fasten upon

a ripening nipple similar

to a raspberry-strawberry

confection-

ary’s delight. Or is it

the other way around? I just don’t know.

Ovid would say: “Every-

thing looks like something else.”

I can get into that.

I can meet him half

way turning

into something

vaguely intermediate

an “ambiguous thing.”

Fact, everything is something else.

Sometimes you only

need to unravel

your most recent skin

switch addresses

just before you harden into

empty phrases and stiffening smiles.

I can cope with that too.

The wind shapes us all

the sun carves into us

all and sometimes I feel like

a cicada in mid-hurricane

desperately rubbing

my legs together. And

sometimes I feel like a big

cat purring for my supper

amusing a particular

cluster of jaded rich folk

with their fascinators

barely shading the girth

of a Habsburg jawline.