7:00 pm, monday
any monday in any town
my life on repeat

want to feel alive
want to feel young
want to feel love
no
feel nothing
what a scared little boy
i have 23 dollars

want to see the world
want to see the truth
want to see my self
no
see nothing
what a foolish little boy
i have 23 dollars

want to be wealthy
want to be perfect
want to be sex-exy
no
be nothing
what a meretricious young man
i have 23 dollars

those brief moments
when we reach beyond
intangible surreality
somewhere between breathing in
and breathing out
Life completely suspended

A finger point
an eyelash flash
cigarettes glow orange
black t-shirts, uniforms

and the human spirit ebbs and flows

between martinis and Chuck Berry
between a cold beer and the alarm next morning
Yes, Yes!
Somewhere in between the flicker of a candle
and a cartoon smash

that nameless sentiment
beats and pulses
writhes, flails
drowns

i am a video screen collage
flicker fast flash
i am music,
life made audible
i am art
splashes of supercilious expression
in a brown
plastic
frame

*photo courtesy ryan hurtgen