The Green Curtain

06-12-2018 07:12

September 30, 2013

I’d like to welcome the audience to the show.

We’re ready to pull the green curtain.

Please remove your need for oxygen.

Please shut off your body’s weight.

 

Pull down. Pull up. Find your scene.

What do you see?

I see a space on a bus

filled with a man who isn’t there.

 

Pull down. Pull up. Find your breeze.

What’s your atmosphere?

I feel heavy air near my knees

but the audience forgot their glasses.

 

Helsinki starlight. Twinkle Twinkle.

Bumble bees on the plains pull the cords.

The green curtain shimmers in the breeze.

Hot sun shines on the fabric in the dead of night.

 

Pull up. Pull down. Find your song.

What’s that sound?

I hear a whisper in my ear

from a voice lost in the storm of time.

 

Pull up. Pull down. Find your tingle.

Are you satisfied enough to gorge?

I’m small, subterranean

and under the depths of the garden.

 

Helsinki starlight. Twinkle Twinkle.

The fabric rips again.

The curtain is tattered and vulnerable.

Please call the seamstress before act two.

 

Pull up. Pull down. Breathe it in.

What are you reminded of?

It’s my father and he holds me tight

to protect me from Helsinki’s dark and scary night.

 

Pull up. Pull down. Consolidate.

Where are the bumble bees now?

My essence is spoken in riddles.

and the orator is never available for consult.

 

Helsinki starlight. Twinkle Twinkle.

The audience has gone home for now

I brush the curtain off again

 

———-

 

June 2, 2014

 

O my sweet venom

More silky than the silkiest of sighs

Poisonous like rotten stars that fell down

You, on a mission to enter me

Had this heart ablazed

 

You have not ceased to wrench my being

You, a million-mind

We had our passions fused and merged

Yet we wish to be silent, silent

 

———-

 

June 10, 2014

 

Three Thousands yearnings to get to the Bit World .,-,-,., yes.

Trusting in the stone walls of the heart’s castle. ,.,-,..-,-, interesting.

Kaleidoscope of lies and pickled deception.,,-,-.,-.,.-, clever.

Covering up in mud and then having a $100 dinner .,-.-,-.- hilarious.

Pelican shit dripping down from the corner of my mouth. ,-.,-,. woohoo.

Riding the the mass transit train to Moscow with forks on my chest.,.,- lol.

Stabbing myself with rusty Medieval swords because I am Lancelot..,.,-aw.

Floating down a river, nude and vulnerable as the wispy dryads taunt me..-:…_..-. haha..,.-,-,

 

Blond follicles of luminocity

Childish smiles made of God’s laughter

Coal colored skys in December twilight

Mexican salsa pouring into my lap

Marker doodles on my broken parallels.

Twirling blood bombs whipped at monkeys like poo.

Three Thousands yearnings to get to the Bit World

Trusting in the stone walls of the heart’s castle.

Stomping down the arctic pathways in red ruby slippers.

Radio announcer telling us the other team will win hockey.

A point of insanity. A point of comfort.

Tiger snores in my Loin.

Kaleidoscope of lies and pickled deception.

Chinese soap bowls with one swirled dead baby chicken.

Dancing by the sun-dial in Memphis.

Stroking her hair with monkey fingers while drooling cake.

A smile from a hygienist who deserved a good day.

Bear claws telling me money-money-money.

Fear, cloudy judgement and raining tacks from grade 4

Throwing Hershey Kisses at the anger of misspent youth.

The never-never-nothing of things never told.

In in ability to focus on the only thing that matters.

Cheese dripping down from a Bed & Breakfast radiator

Rotten strawberries and the stink of wine never drunk

Swinging the yellow ax at a stump to break free my wedding ring.

Covering up in mud and then having a $100 dinner.

Angry bats riding bicycles across the Nordic sky.

Pelican shit dripping down from the corner of my mouth.

Punching the air before me in order to gain points with Mario

Sophisticated thoughts without government representation.

Riding the the mass transit train to Moscow with forks on my chest.

Showering painful needles of venom on silky souls that don’t deserve it.

Feeling like Kurt listening to REM when maggots feast like kings.

Rubbing shit into Emerald eyes and then dissolving into fine silicon dust.

Stabbing myself with rusty Medieval swords because I am Lancelot.

Clawing at wedding cakes made from venomous tacks from Dollar General.

Reaching for illusionary mystic fairy children who only exist in glass spheres.

Crying salt inside a vacuum made of gold.

Massaging the coral reef in my left leg

Seeing the sun for the illusionary cake that it’s always been.

Fucking a demon cat over campfire light in South Dakota.

Drinking poison only to see Juliette crying over my sinking Ekerö line.

Swatting at drunk pelicans while the Dog Dick Flies of summer taunt.

Digging in my ass for buried African Sun God Idols.

Floating down a river, nude and vulnerable as the wispy dryads taunt me.

Drawing orange pumpkins with crayons as Fathers ignore my very existence.

 

They say that things just cannot grow beneath the winter snow….or so I have been told.

Is love alive?

 

———

 

Damp dark rooms of stone.

Wispy spirits in pursuit.

Old smell of blood and cake batter.

Cracks in the floor without narration.

Starved wives clanking bones in the 21st century.

Chandeliers of rotation.

German mustard gas in the cupboard.

Crystals reflecting physical reality.

Dog hair that dances in moonlight.

Wolf howls in the shine of British Petroleum.

A bit princess tapping on marble.

A man in arms with eyes of fire.

Silverware of disproportional curves.

Russian vodka stains on the Lumia.

Cantankerous though-forms speaking to blond kids.

The feel of cold soothing feminine wind color red.

Pine trees singing Finnish war songs from tree rings.

 

———-

June 9th, 2014

 

_electronic pleasures leave you blinded in the light _ let me see the colors_in the shadows of the night_

 

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