art gorillas?
—a misreading of an SFMUNI
bus advert that pondered
what if buses were art galleries?
This used to be a fun-
house. At least it was
until I canceled those
two phone numbers.
They were partial any-
way: 501, 617, 419, ex-
tension ZERO for the
receptionist !!! !!!
Utilizing this process of
elimination, we speed to-
ward bifurcated hugs &
nonexistent tongues (xo/
xo!): if either of you feel
like lending a finger or two
(in any way whatsoever),
and are able to do so,
now is the time to do it....
3 top hats atop 3 top heads
around 3/4 of the perimeter
of a rectangle (our be-
loved trailer) are my drum-
set and their impermanent
location. The anxiety of an
extended drum-roll; the tur-
moil of same disappearing into
subtext. Or the sandwich left
as a tip, so very rare for
such a percussive snare!
After three years of whatever
was (which, to me, at least,
was) utter turmoil, I recant
for earth, I recover, I wake up.
