It's fascinating what people will do in public.
hold themselves and each other
shamelessly.
tighten their faces and then smile
blushing.
open their palms,
take money from me,
thank me,
love me,
or judge me.
Everything becomes personal,
and lies beautifully revealed.
There is nothing that is not graphic in nature
and nothing that does not hold time still,
while these sounds, visions, and breaths,
heave and sway,
and form in the stillness of our one dimension.
and parts that I would like to share are inexplicable.
and parts that I would rather forget come back
and back again,
to make more space for the texture and taste of
fine wine,
early morning coffee,
cigarettes,
and you.
My ever extending ego
lives
in this sea of bliss.
and you ask me for time
and ideas
and advice.
you ask me how to find pleasure in such a horrible space.
