i am a descendant of those that have survived for centuries
& my mother wanted me to be the perfect child
i am still amazed that people know how to make doors
their ingenuity baffles me
way beyond that of a beaver & its dam
a beehive full of hungry workers
an ant colony
or  a violent dream
crossing guards bear witness
where the vision of others fails
this is the basis for massive liquidity
a mitigation pushed to its cause
liquidity:       the way a tour begins
a short speech perhaps   before the walk begins
i am in awe of the fact that towns are summoned
from dust
buildings are erected
cities born
bottles of liquidity / high picon light
within passages of long narrow space
the sudden insistent tickling of an alarm
on the clock’s worn face
in a dark pocket
it never happened before
this act as natural as the body behind me
that breathes down my neck
i will be your tour guide
as you walk between these shadows
we so fondly cling to
yet so often forget are there
                               INCREDIBLE that they are there   don’t you think?
i am still amazed by breath                 or is that: at BREATH?
the action of breath / breathing
the very motion of its invisibility
one of the best pieces of instance i have ever heard
for instance  the CIRCLE begins HERE   opens here
SWOOPS
       when a bargain @ any price begun
              as in BE OUR TOUR
an avenue full of DENSE / Ness
  i want so much to be this            PERFECT CHILD
     its purpose  A GUIDE  –   i want to walk       to guide you
to take your hand – house you but maybe not feed & cloth you
   as the MOTTO goes:   spill your beings   – all 2 of you – en masse
       massive YOUS       & that perfectly rounded naked shoulder
     as if blushing in the pale red light
            the black thin strap / holding the hatting
 breeze on my back      the hatting breeze –  the sticky liquid beneath my chin
         these massive bodies > la jolla in it      the gravity of a circle
             the circle that begins  begets   or   price jam let me bond overdosing itself
                     write about like a tour you sometimes take thru this dark room
on  bright avenue or a shallow light spilling into your glass like an unpainted city
have no fear  i am a perfect, far from perfect  child – so let me be your tour guide
         let me guide you on this tour     this breeze  a breeze where does it come from
                                                                     this BREEZE ????
completed 11/6/14  3 fragments from 10 & 11/14
 

Terra-Haute, acrylic gouache on panel, 2012, by Tom McGlynn
–steve dalachinsky
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Painting Poetry