Monday, November 20, 2006

Dim the lights. To see them say it. Get nasty. Or elusive. Nuff. God bless. Dismissed. What did you say? I didn’t understand. I was not receptive to your questions. I was not intelligent enough. Scars. Nuff. Proceed. Make it hard. What have I got? Does it remind me of then? I mean, what you’re talking about now? And what does it remind people or folks or who are not familiar of “then”?Honestly, I don’t know, all I know, so help me God, is that when I dance, it’s a full-on, two-bill experience. Best to move outta the way and emend it.For what about is to happen—the calling-over, the what-is-your-occupation, the admonitions, yours to you, you if you want it, me if you don’t—it is a body-filled nothing, pimped-up, wood-empaneled nothing. And I knew you’d never talk.