august 15th, 2008
Watching the light play off of the sheetrock stucco ceiling through shadowed turning fan blades, I can almost see the wires and electronics powering the fan.
This eiling looks like ever other ceiling in the world.
I can imagine watching dirty men in dirty jeans with mud under their nails and tan skin, papertaping the seams and talking about one night stands, beer, tits and all the tings they'll do "one of these days"
above the fan
above the papertape and sheetrock and the low gloss white paint with the 8 year guarantee.
I can see the world
really truely
smell the electricity, see behind the scenes, and know how all the tricks are done.
right now, i am painfully aware that magic does not exist
there are no secrets
I can see the naked workings of it all, like the belly of a broken music box with exposed gears and springs.
right now, this tiny insignificant very second....
someone is screwing around
someone is dying
someone is beating a back alley whore
cashing a check
giving birth
washing their call
falling in love
dreaming
shooting a gun
slamming drugs
and it all makes sense in this light
to the candid lyricless soundtrack of unsheathed reality....that nobody really serves any purpose.
at all
This eiling looks like ever other ceiling in the world.
I can imagine watching dirty men in dirty jeans with mud under their nails and tan skin, papertaping the seams and talking about one night stands, beer, tits and all the tings they'll do "one of these days"
above the fan
above the papertape and sheetrock and the low gloss white paint with the 8 year guarantee.
I can see the world
really truely
smell the electricity, see behind the scenes, and know how all the tricks are done.
right now, i am painfully aware that magic does not exist
there are no secrets
I can see the naked workings of it all, like the belly of a broken music box with exposed gears and springs.
right now, this tiny insignificant very second....
someone is screwing around
someone is dying
someone is beating a back alley whore
cashing a check
giving birth
washing their call
falling in love
dreaming
shooting a gun
slamming drugs
and it all makes sense in this light
to the candid lyricless soundtrack of unsheathed reality....that nobody really serves any purpose.
at all