Of Straitjacketism

You know, I won’t start out to tell you of my straitjacket, or of my third grade “yes-man” personality, or of St. Ignatius’s embrasure or the irony of his naps on the crenellations.

No, I’ll tell you of how I shed the straitjacket and erased myself completely. I’ll tell you how I create and live in the midst of the desktop. And apropos of a trampled mentality, here is a found novelette about wallpapers:

You believe
The Catawampus

In rivalry seals,
In opiates, openings and closings,

In wallpapers to protect Up With People.
The jubilee no longer as important

As the directive.
We build tubs,

We fall apart, Inside this temporary
Hubcap. Imperatives, heavy as stage props,

His Kantian sad sweep — An issue
Without brig-malfunctions in

This milieu—despoils
My fair inclinations.

Truly… a tale told by an idiot signyfing the finer points of the need for staitjacketism.

What I’m Reading:

“I am a lazy bum as well like everyone else, but I do travel on foot when there is something of existential importance. Then I will do it on foot.”

— Werner Herzog / “I Rant Against The Jungle: Werner Herzog Interviewed” / The Quietus