--- title: About the author subtitle: (not pictured) genre: prose epigraph: content: The body that surrounds him is his, but his insides are not. project: title: Stark Raving css: stark order: 19 prev: - title: | Something about all music being performances of _4\'33\"_ in places where other bands happen to be playing link: music-433 - title: Riptide of memory link: riptide_memory ... ------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------- He was born on a few separate occasions _green traffic ligts at night_ There was the day of his conception \ _a TV in front of a dumpster_ a wintery affair saved for those involved The day he wriggled forth \ from the dark tunnel of nothing \ _surprise photo of you at Walgreen's_ his mother's womb The founding of his little city \ deep inside by the smal builders \ _a pink dress in the alley behind your house_ alien as they were and still \ somehow intimately familiar Like any city it had its ups \ and downs the fever of 1994 \ _me buying a Reese's peanut butter cup for a child_ \ was especially devastating \ _[whose family couldn't afford it]_ \ but they were a hardy folk \ _in front of me in line at Safeway_ not much given to flight As all things must pass the \ little city began slowly to decay \ _trees at night their skeletons_ \ the old ones claimed the young \ _revealed by a camera flash_ had no respect for culture anymore They began to die off slowly \ more quickly than being born \ _two earthworms on pavement after a rain_ the end was coming closer As the last breath was made \ the last accounts closed in the city _keys tacked to a sign in Buffalo Park_ It was given over to other builders _man flipping a four-wheeler and walking it off_ ------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------