I
think the trouble started when I was six. More specifically though,
I played around with this image of a carnival dart toss, and I stared
too long. I am no longer clear.
I
am frozen to my desk chair, sometimes spinning, sometimes staring, rocking
to and now fro, heightening the hypnotics I think these strange balloons
are having with me. Yes, indeed. Rocking back, now fourth.
Clutching my knees like one of those scruffy, dissheveled checkers player
you see cornered in looney bins. To and fro. And the shapes
are expanding and contracting. Amazing what we can see when we lose
depth perception.
I
once knew a man who had but a single eye and he swore he could talk to
angels. People on the morning bus thought him crazy til I gave him
an old pawnshop cell phone. Now when he talks to himself he holds
the phone to his ear, looking like any another yoyo yammering away, sane.
Should I create that illusion here? If the market demands
it.
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