They say one shouldn’t talk about the Avant-garde, like Fight Club, oh well, no one is around to listen to me. I go about my day rhyming near rhymes, never perfect. I like to hit on prima ballerinas from Russia on Instagram. It makes me feel important when they respond. Once, in church, as a young boy, I got to hold the Candle of the Ascension during Easter service.
Aesthetically, I avoid famous writers, like Mary Oliver or Billy Collins, except I’m secretly a huge Billy Collins fan. Writers say the best way to a word, a line, or poem, is directly. I say, the best way to a word, a line, or poem, is directly, but with good editing. What is it, exactly, about a street mime on the boardwalk that comes off as romantic? I wish I were as free as a mime. Wish I had the guts to stand in front of an audience and just dance, without making a sound. If I get discovered one day and reach fame, I hope it will be on my terms. Or at least until I get tenure. Then, it’s whatever the department wants. Ultimately, it’s just about dollars and cents, amigo. Buying property with a picket fence. This is America, after all. Land of the capitalist swine.