by David McDonough
Scribble work;
“Smart scribbles”
Scribbles with meaning and influence
What we think
Produced by thought
Thought from rote;
Exercise
The need to express
Without breath
He was very much struck
By how every time he walked around
To the front of the building and gazed…
Into the third story window,
There,
In the same room
Was a woman upturning the same bottle as before
Taking the same sip
From the same place -- both in the bottle and in the room
Intestine Strings
Harping
On what once played them:
Bile
Chewed Apple
One sliver of fishbone
Squeezing it’s way past,
Passed.
And the vines came together
Meshing
Both
Growing upward and hanging;
Entangled more than entwined
Leaping forward, struggling outward.
Reflections or refractions
Of lines in water
Blue and Yellow Ochre
Squiggle and squirm
to psychedelic noise music
in the background
As the music insinuates screaming
The lines morph into curves.
Colorful quilted patterns became subway maps
Space-glaze and the after-brush of a thought.
The sweep west made more sense
Out of nothing
The patterns becoming the need for more something
Perhaps needlessly
A hope strewn idea,
Gave way to tactile function
Taciturn and rotund
Little else was heard
By way of words
Meaning,
Meaning.
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