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Does the Universe have a Sense of Humor? Could we be all just a race of afflicted inbred half breed of alien offspring bastards Abandoned by celestial beings with poor impulse control and even worse parenting skills ? I always get confused here with the breakdown of gender roles. Was it the males that were the evil devils while the females angelic life producers Or was it the other way around. Nobody calls it the old switcheroo anymore. Somehow that lost art of Lamp Chop preparation figures in here somewhere But I’m confused about that as well… But I suspect that recipe relates to the rather limited menu Of our collective short brutal existence that reality is Strictly au jus. Or was that Judas a la cart……value priced at 30 pieces of Silver (that about 25 bucks in today’s exchange rate) But I do know a few things about life here on earth….like: Bats always turn left when exiting a cave Iguanas can and do commit suicide. 85 % of all life on this planet is plankton While the snail’s reproductive organ is located in its’ head. And if you want a toupee for your dog? You have to go to Tokyo and you’ll have to call for prices. Latest quote is 1,999.79 Yen. Meanwhile back in the states History records that briefly during the American Revolution There was a 3 dollar bill with the motto Exitus in Dubio Which translated means… The outcome is in doubt. A New Law for Murphy -Quatroche’s Postulate If you are looking for something specific You will never find it. But while digging in stuff Run across any number of things You didn’t want And further more Never wanted to Have to look At again. All Souls Day November shrugged at the time the masks slipped Stripped away in the face of high wind warnings As if this season begged advisements caution Still mild that morning fooling few to believe That this day would pass swaddled in a gray soft gauze While the light diffused diminishing increments Was that encroaching mist unraveling like a ball of yarn To cascade down a slope of cotton Falling needle pinpoints liquefied There was this puncturing of scattered shallow puddles Reverberating in sound wave concrete circles Auditory auditions sharpening a deaf set of eyes In these stains of ink Lurk faceless memories I think Past Persona gone non-grata November shrugged at the time the masks slipped away To reveal the naked face of high wind awnings As if this season begged advisements caution Stripped away now in alibis and warnings Dreaming in Paintings There are these blank canvases In my mind every night And sleep brings dream pigments To adhere as clear as if etched In razor brushes so indelible Frame after frame Like someone’s home movies From another dimension. In the morning I can’t remember Anything about them Except I can still see intact The memories of what I don’t understand Recognize Know my place in. But these paintings are still there. Like pages unwritten Yet containing this message I know is there Like being aware of portals To a spirit world Picture window To what The eye has not seen The ear has not heard What no mind has imagined. Returning back to This corporeal reality Which seems so gray and shallow Is a real drag After knowing those paintings Where fire is water And earth is air. Dancing between the disambiguation there. Dust in Color January mist yellow cab Exhausted muffled sidewalk Footfall ears sense what the eye hears And the city does a 3 point turn in the snow In the prison of perspective It will in the colors that sound Like either eliminations Or revelations. So cross thread the spectrum Of fragile plate glass awareness Shattering the volume of the frame In palate, palette or pallet. Such a benign thesis Review your symbols In real time denotation Annotation as just so many footnotes See it here faux-pas And try not to be so blue Someday your dust will be in color As was that the only hue left in you. Remember That memory is collectively redundant non-refundable & mandatory. And yes- There is a pronounced laughter from afar about that. So why not rub them The wrong way Rub them the right way. In the end you’ll find yourself Infinitely just simply scrubbing Them into yourself there anyway So you want a droll ear drum here? Just walk that eye contact plank And look out below