The sun rose in his head while his feet were still asleep. Pigeons roosted then flew behind his eyes as nets full of sardines were pulled in off the coast of his toes. Mountains rose and fell with every breath. In the mornings he pulled on the trousers of the day but could not choose between his corn belt and his bible belt. Sometimes, he felt a fracking in his belly and at night he could not quiet the tinnitus of a million cars.
Simon says play. The kids say how. No one ever said. Simon says do the robot. Simon says do the robot while whistling Happy Birthday. The robot dancers giggle. OK stop. Simon didn’t say stop. Simon says keep up with…
I have loved him all his life,
dedicated myself to the act itself
When the work is done
there will be more work. That’s what I show
the kids everyday