Said Blues
let thirty-five seconds in the microwave change everything
the inks we’d probably eat
sitting down to a new course of album
speaking sarcastically of behalf of my inner conspiracy theorist
where’s my ego?
getting around to mentioning
what’s wanted out
weighing equations with unknown values
right around the corner’s possibility
and end
Comments
“the inks we’d probably eat”??
In fact I’ve been having this glass with water-diluted orange ink here on my desk, with a brush in it. It’s been on my desk for about one week (together with the rest of the irrelevant stuff that I can’t find the strength to put in order at this moment). I often fantasize (especially when it’s dark) that the brush is a straw and that I drink the orange ink. It would be nice to vomit your soul on the paper after drinking the ink.
ha! that sounds so wonderful, i too often have a disorganized desk. i smiled and had a single happy laugh or two when i read your comment, i very much cherish you sharing that with me. i’m sure your orange vomited soul would look beautiful on paper, it would be much like your admirable artworks! i’m sure lots of your soul can be faintly caught by the eye through them, yet embedded in it’s bold print. and i’m sure that’s one of the most creative straws in all the land, you have there. the line i had written kind of came from how comfortable i felt setting down to eat (and with hands covered in many inks).. i just started chowing down, with green dry paint rubbing off onto my food. i then found it fit for a metaphor for the things we’re willing to jump into. i’d very much like to thank you for visiting again, Ina.
i wish you well
– alsounknownas
Enjoyed the read :)) and then the exchange :-))
awesome! i am very much glad. (:
– alsounknownas