Blockparty2006

Block party 2006

Standing in some kids’ puddle piss and wet t-shirt discharge thinking this and that and this and those recent nightmares where my teeth crumble and split into shards of fishbone and some-odd summer smell from two years ago and which corner everyone’d turned off at and at which moment I had disunited to go on cling to some baseball fence with posters for lame players I didn’t fucking like and wonder what happened to all those songs in my teeny brain with all those lyrics I’d preset so long ago,  what happened to all those? I think there’s block parties all day, each a new block and it cycles in cryptic Da Vinci code order with locks and latches and big wide angles that shake people like me from its trail, but I love the movies and I have all my teeth and I’m banking off of the northeast winds sailing on a summer breeze and skipping over the ocean like a stone.

Art ;

Red Bird, Agnes Martin 1964

12 1/4 x 11 7/8", colored ink and pencil on paper

https://www.moma.org/collection/works/34916?classifications=any&date_begin=Pre-1850&date_end=2022&direction=fwd&page=12&q=abstract&utf8=✓&with_images=1