For Martyn Muheler
/Play, friend! And don’t loose yourself in games;
Together yesterday, we exchanged several views
Many shared thoughts, and some divergent opinions.
Step out of your box, was I told, last night.
And it is a fact that I remember being in one
Very consensual and vortex style prison
When you told me that.
I’m not in a writing mood,
But, has there ever been a mood for writing?
A close friendship was born last moon,
And I’d be a fool not to find my good rhyming!
Let’s play together, between mates, friend!
But away with time killing hazard activities,
We would be there to just improvise our subtilities,
Simple radical leftist musical, graphic, literary creations.
I’m so eager to participate to your jams…
But, as you warned me yesterday of the box danger,
I want to thank you in a thus particular way:
By telling you to be aware too of the uniformity.
Acknowledging your Irish roots,
Acknowledging your Celtic verb,
Acknowledging your long exile,
I thus repeat,
Beware,
When up and looking,
Of the Watcher, of the propaganda Sucker.
I prefer the small.
I don’t like a mall.
I don’t fancy anything tall.
I find it pretentious and risible.
I prefer the small.
Short, concise, and crued.
Elegant, because simple.
Rich, profound, folded, of many colors.
Nature’s music: metamorphosis.
In adversity of evil fear,
Confronting Death if It ever intrudes,
Life of many colors has a noble ignoble aging visage,
For the redeeming philosopher who owns his passage.