Travel with me a moment
into a place where our
become action. Yes, this sounds
the introduction to a 60s science
series. Pardon me.
There are some ideas I wish to
keep secret. They are my tangle of
grounding me in reality. Reminding
that I dont have to throat punch
All I have to do is smile, listen,
Adjust, move on.
But I love comic books, how
dialogue happens. The lines are
when the characters whisper,
the words begin to fade.
I can see in a cloud above
someones head, their inner
This might come in handy, but is
a way to turn it off?
And this is why I love
film. No one stutters
unless they mean to. They
represent themselves in the
take of all.
I am a silent performer.
I drive down the road, I belt out
like a professional. I wish I
hadnt told you that.
In my mind, theres an
Figures from my past sit and
Wow, are they impressed. In my
hypothetical universe, Ive always
the perfect line.
How often do I get to enact
it? Almost never.
Maybe its the audition
thats worthwhile. Or maybe
one too many
long walks in the woods,
on the structure of stories I would
In the World
Im tired of the high-minded
I know talking about not being
Like, what does that really
mean? Im the substance of
this known universe.
I have dirt under my nails. I eat
from the ground.
Get used to it.
Its not that I disagree with their
on life, the universe, and a number of
Im all for grand
Im just rooted in this
place. I know where I come
from. Its not so bad.
The earth of the mountains and the
of the urban jungles are full of
Or something like it.
Let it ring like the chiming of the
behind me that wants me to move
I dont want to move on. Let
in this roadside attraction. Stop
chicken that is so cooked it will kill
Now, thats the world.
I Want to Be in a Comic
From the flashing pages of my
I have wanted to be in a comic
I designed my suit, considered my
and weapons. I imagined a damsel
Even thought of my perfect
On my swing set, I would consider
universe of my making.
I set about on notebook pages to
a story with myself as the heroic center
but age and time wore these dreams
I began to see myself as a character
bright intentions were mingled with dark
No one needs to be the hero all the
or so I reasoned.
Nevertheless, even today, I sometimes
to see myself as a protagonist in my own
written or visual.