I am a super hero! I am the lingerie loving,Plum dancing, Popcorn serving,Potato eating,Viggo Aspiring, Moviegoer, I am… The Last General of the forgotten creed, The laughing Grand Mage of forgetfulness, The Ranger of the play grounds, The Arch Duke of the melancholy collaborators, The Poet who talks to little hairy fat naked Fay… They…
A powerful and moving image of our wishes and the reality of the world.
When you’ve been blinded by reality, you long for the comfort of a darkroom.
An image and reflection to keep us in our proper place.
A passionate subjective description of finding something that surpasses meaning to existence.
So much interaction and yet so little connection.
We lose perspective when we get caught up in too many distractions.
A loose-form poem exploring the poet’s gaze.
When the distractions are gone and we can concentrate on our hurt, we find how lost we really are.
An expression of the frustration of living in a world where we are trained to “be what they want to see.”