wama

28.07.06

a fox, a duck, a squirrel, a ghost, a magician and a naked fat lady came to town for a show… they are waiting for the circus to begin. On the sidelines there is a 3 breasted woman. In a corner two small but important people huddle together talking big important talk. One leans forward, the other rests leisurely in her chair. Smoke billows from behind, enclosing them. They dream up a boat cradled by strong calm waves. The relaxed and confident one points to the boat like a chalkboard -- ‘see this is how it will be done, this is the plan. It’s a good one don’t you agree.’

The sky blasts a small crater in the sea -- remember we are still upside-down. A flash reveals the afterglow of distant lands, small look outs. Or we are in a cave but on the sea and the stalactites make a sparse grove for us to admire. We see the tide’s marks along the stone walls and dream of other days long past. A memory or a premonition.

There is a part that I cannot field. Is it a girl, an old lady, a bush a tree talking to an ostrich neck extended to the sky or head in the sand? And the number 5 twice. Once floating in a tangle of strings and one pinpoint punctuating a small anthill in the ocean. I know we are upside down, but this is really too much. My head dull from tequila and a pregnant sky wanting to burst with rain, but holding back, I can’t see anything much today. I think of something funny you said once responding to my: ‘well what do you see?’ anxious and expectant that my future will be bright or tragic in you voice. You answer: ‘I see you’ve made a mess’ we look at the lake of coffee grounds on the plate and smile together.

posted by la kara @ 11:24