2DAY: eyeboogers and a qualitative leap of introspection

today i find myself on a taciturn pedestal-
one cut away from succumbing to a surreality of my divination. the
studio
presents herself as elusive and in repose. silence. the streets ebb
noiselessly with the flow of the traffic demigods-

i am hunting and gathering. trying to find my religion admidst the
confusion
of color collisions that is my kitchen. i am avoiding the daily
mathematical
equation of making a $1.00 outta 15 cents. i am void of all remnants of
yesterday's meal and am currently surviving on my favorite daily
cocktail of
caffeine, nicotine and THC. ahhh, indeed this is the life of the
starving
artist.

i quietly narrate the moment in my head. the way the sheets rolled and
wrinkled about you. the way the pillow clung lustily to your damp head.
the
way you bounced out of bed and N2 your 3-piece power suit. the way you
shrugged off my kisses. the parallel between the universe of 2DAY and
the
razberry stoli-kisses of last night. your face resumes its corporate
gray as
you reach for the door. click, twist, slam.

silence.

even the dog seems numb. the stubbornness of human nature sludges me
through
this faceless separation, beyond the silence, N2 the daydream of banana
pancakes and body paint.

jodi scofield