Tuesday, September 06, 2005
My Foot Foot
I cannot help it if my foot enthusiasm could not be contained and has turned to mutation: malleability was always the goal. I am hallucinating weedy grasses, flocks of low-flying crows and the valves of the men who came before who may have been women. There is an eagerness in my groin, my inner cavity. I glow a chunky orange from within, in the way of the Romantic Poets. My desires are for intimacy and unearthly pleasantries. I am working hard and attempting to keep my disorders in full check-out. Cheers to me and my new foot!