Tuesday, September 22, 2009
A crystal ball spies in and refracts images to see.
Holding a scene outside of me.
Remembering and forgetting and guessing once more.
A future, a past, a present and no score.
A stair way to a surreal heaven
Expecting no faults, no regrets
A grand decent onto a spot lit stage
Seats of batting lashes, applauds and real attempts.
I see my Self stepping lightly in sequined slippers.
Though this seems to be only in dream sequence.
I step with intent, and knowing and yet still
Surprised about where and when I have slept.
I used to have a stalker named Ben.
He staggered by with his cowboy wink.
He was there as I came and went.
Where has been?..waiting Stinks!
Fashion sense: Barbara Bui, you hypnotize me.