Friday Night public Musings
Image by Gary Schott polite hands clapping
There were too many things to think about. too many distractions and nothing seemed to get off the ground. There weren’t enough right words to fill the page and she felt, not alone, but like the time she had alone was very limited and the fear of using it well was preventing her from doing so.
She could imagine a place
Where the people clapped bending only their wrists,
And only took selfies in secret.
Where only old men and women wore heels and were considered to be terribly out of date
Where clubs were alternate realties, where dancing was considered to be an a sexual activity that everyone could enjoy
Where composition mattered more than efficiency
where window displays weren’t put behind windows
Where field trips are taken to hill tops for audible release sessions.
where pictures of decapitated heads are everywhere
and everyone is in school forever
where neighbors bring over meals
Where boat sails are made of clean laundry,
and humans are visually complex rather than emotionally, but looking at ones self in any type of reflective surface is considered vain and rude
where pets are not owned but shared... along with babies,
and long hair is considered inefficient
and public benches are replaced by swings
Where galleries are replaced with circus tents
where awards are designed for individuals,
and the virgin mary is a brand of tampons
Where children dress in costume every day
where shrines are made in payment of other things,
and everyone laughs as they bike over cobble stones
where book covers have no images only intriguing titles like “this is how you lose her” and “bad poetry”
where clothes in stores are made from paper and only turn to cloth when you take them home
Where it snows when emotional intensity is high
and beautiful paper is a lovely gift
Where everyone makes messes and leaves them behind
where candy is eaten like cigarettes are smoked
“I really need a candy, want to step outside with me?”
“ I don’t understand why you like the stuff”
“I don’t but I like the way it makes me feel”
Where most walls are covered in framed pictures and letters salon style
Where things begin organized neatly but are left torn to bits or unraveled
Where bead curtains are a huge hit and cloth curtains are hung floor to ceiling in the middle of rooms
Where clothing hangers are covered in paper like the ones that come from the Laundromat
Where all doors have giant graphics
Where therapy sessions are done over throwing wheels