Jonathan Dirty

"I hate it when people walk down the sidewalk and they are not aware of their arm movements."

"Where are we headed today, Jon?"

"Can you calculate what I am saying? It is just the propulsion of their arms back and forth-- back and forth." He said punching his words. "They are proving to me that they are completely detached from their bodies."

"Proving to you? I see. Hows your wife doing?"

"Your not affected by this?"

"I am here all the time eating pastrami sandwiches, drinking my overly sugared ice tea and trying to get the waitress to smile at me."

"I've noticed your routine here." He said quietly.

"OK let us head back to this propulsion."

"No one is in tune with these moments on their way home or their way to work. They are just not aware."

"You are angry about this."

"It bothers me."

"Hows your wife doing?"

He draws back in his chair "She's fine." He rubbed his head.

"What are you doing when all of this is happening?"

(no alarm)


"I just hear muffled voices over the intercom as I sit at an airport (say it the french way its fun!)

I don't know I'm just waiting for the unknown. Like I said before in a poem no smoking, drinking or carousal not many distractions so awareness remains.


In the mean time I fix my ceiling, photograph and write."

"I humble myself







and always admit I don't know what I am doing.

I always ask for inspiration."

Lanvin rides

"I decided to ride my bike north on Clark, why?"

"Just wondered which direction you had traffic rubbernecking."

"He lives off of Wrightwood."

"And you carry everything on your bike?"

"I do."

"Right."

"Of course, OK, so this is my third visit with him and this time we were doing more breathing and and some movements."

"He's buying it."

"I have his attention."

"Of course."

She scans the room and then reaches for her glass and sips. "I find that we have to keep going with some people. I won't deny that it feels like there are two people in the room, one disabled listening intently, an another one who is trying to create something between us."

"You mean me? But in this case mentally disabled."

"Yes you, which we can discuss later, with me sipping from a glass with an olive accent."

"You knew this type of shit would happen."

"Of course and this isn't a complaint. The point I am trying to make is I see it now; I see people who are asking for help--flailing their hands, you know? Save me from this person, they seem to say."

"This person that is sizing your legs up for their evil experiments."

"Yes." she winks.

"So he follows your prescription."

"Not his foil, but the other person is listening intently."

profane

the unsure and the manic

the furious and the covetable

all of it here

all of it worked and dispelled












all of it







in the safety
of
this
inalterable
love

a place without a no you can not know



no box with a key

no confines


a structure you cannot dress yourself with




open