A Self-Portrait

Here I go an escape of myself. But even now I have failed in the sense. O Slinger, Slinger where is your wisdom? Let us gaze beyond time in your rounded prism. No meaning to be found in reflected self. Only the moment that self is denied allows belief and perspective to quickly die. But then revived with yesterday. No self can say, “This is who I am;” just today. O Slinger, Slinger of words so grand how can, I, simply understand? “Not under but over-stand you must. Reflected is refracted and untrue thus.”

The adventure continues on journey’s tale. Riddles of riddles hidden in a veil of meaning and stability. Ashes is ashes; but, is dust just? The latter of which it matters…not much. Dust is composed of the same since time. The matter there within will not and has not always been mine. Death follows wherever you go. But what does it mean? “Only that which it seems.”

Subject I’ve only studied myself. How can you give meaning when it does not help? Fleeting these moments of clarity. Ticking and tocking a second’s scream. Faster, faster these thoughts now go. Steaming, boiling the pot’s lid chatters so…

EXPLOSION

There it goes. Splattered matter. JFK could know. Or does he? Yesterday can tell. But what of tomorrow? Let me out of this hell. Organic walls, new twists and bends. Pink slip-n-slides of ideas and oxygen coursing and stretching capillaries’ limits. Forgive me o mind, I put a ton on your head. How transparent it must be. The self-portrait of me. I give ideals of crystal with illusions of clarity. Which is not the same as boring transparency. Mystery? Ha where’s the fun in that? Truth more than enigma and harder to adapt.
Ha-ha Dr. Sues is back in his hat.
Slinger now, kill him for that! Self-portrait, self-portrait take that back! Never, never, never I say. I rather enjoy this sing song way. Carpe Carpe this today.
No mirror mirror do not see, this ugly painting. This painting of he.
This painting of we?
No now we’re tossing on this painting of see. Goodbye, goodbye.
Goodbye I say.
Forever lost in self-portrait of me