A most beautiful thing floated into San Francisco last spring...but I think that was it. Me? Who delves into the meat? Was blinded?! So much pink and sun and brown and red and beating beating beating how did that happen? He is innocent. Is a Pope Innocent. Is a Clueless Prince. Here, he looks unamused/disgusted/nervous...in general, he looks insecure, sweet, happy...In retrospect, who wouldn't want the affection I am wont to give? In retrospect, have you SEEN the women in Spain, Ibiza, Germany?...where he moves through life wondering why his loves don't last...In retrospect, born three days apart in the same year, we are both beating hearts with roots in the same country... but he has wings and I have heavy feet...he acknowledges his flights of fancy and considers them real...dreams / life are the same for him...!!! He does not consider that he must eventually wake up!!! I dance heavily, firmly planted to where I am because rent is due...because I want to make real things really happen, and really kiss real faces, not because I am not an escapist by nature / in spirit, whatever...This tall, fancy prince loves me, he does, but he mistook my letters for just more saharaisms...you know the type...I forgive him because I was always only ONE way with him, from the minute I saw him that Thursday dangling about in our living room...So nothing could grow...would never have...it just slapped me in the face and barreled its way forward, towards nothing...I understand...In retrospect, I needed Beni to come through my solar system...to stand in as a representation of something akin to a conch, or an amphitheatre, a back board...I needed to see myself act like this: affected / blind / off kilter / faithful---not in him or me but in IT...that the world sometimes delivers...sometimes...it's a beautiful thing...to realize that my sensors can and will be on...when the next thief is delivered...cash on delivery...
18 July 2009
Space Prince / El Barranquillero (All In the Pretty Past)
A most beautiful thing floated into San Francisco last spring...but I think that was it. Me? Who delves into the meat? Was blinded?! So much pink and sun and brown and red and beating beating beating how did that happen? He is innocent. Is a Pope Innocent. Is a Clueless Prince. Here, he looks unamused/disgusted/nervous...in general, he looks insecure, sweet, happy...In retrospect, who wouldn't want the affection I am wont to give? In retrospect, have you SEEN the women in Spain, Ibiza, Germany?...where he moves through life wondering why his loves don't last...In retrospect, born three days apart in the same year, we are both beating hearts with roots in the same country... but he has wings and I have heavy feet...he acknowledges his flights of fancy and considers them real...dreams / life are the same for him...!!! He does not consider that he must eventually wake up!!! I dance heavily, firmly planted to where I am because rent is due...because I want to make real things really happen, and really kiss real faces, not because I am not an escapist by nature / in spirit, whatever...This tall, fancy prince loves me, he does, but he mistook my letters for just more saharaisms...you know the type...I forgive him because I was always only ONE way with him, from the minute I saw him that Thursday dangling about in our living room...So nothing could grow...would never have...it just slapped me in the face and barreled its way forward, towards nothing...I understand...In retrospect, I needed Beni to come through my solar system...to stand in as a representation of something akin to a conch, or an amphitheatre, a back board...I needed to see myself act like this: affected / blind / off kilter / faithful---not in him or me but in IT...that the world sometimes delivers...sometimes...it's a beautiful thing...to realize that my sensors can and will be on...when the next thief is delivered...cash on delivery...
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