Years ago,
I stopped a
a Babbling Crack-Head
in his tracks
with my response
to his request for money
by saying:
“No thank you,
but I appreciate you asking!”
You can still see him today
standing on the street
in front of the coffee shop,
scratching his head
wondering what the hell
THAT meant!
jajaj ajaj
It’s the same line
that I try to hit
with SISTER LOUISA ART.
I love being
a fly on the wall
at my art shows:
“Honey, is this Religious, or…?”
“I know I’m not supposed to laugh,
but..look at this one….”
followed by him
spewing a
Sangria & Laughter Smoothie
all over his friend.
People look at the art,
then over at me,
then back at the art,
OBVIOUSLY
trying to decide
if I’m crazy,
or just another
Fanatical Religious Retard.
(Being retarded, I can say THAT word)
People wonder
what I’m trying
to MAKE them believe.
I heard this robust,
PRECIOUS dopple-ganger
with her palms in the air
like Tammy Faye
used to do
on TV
screaming:
“Lord Honey, I love Jesus too, Praise the Lord!”
I saw a
tightly wound couple
spin in and out like a top,
averting their eyes
like they had seen a ghost,
him wimpishly whispering
“Let’s get out of here before lightning strikes us”
as they spun out the door!
jajjaj ajjaja
I seriously don’t give
A FLYING FUCK
what you believe.
Seriously.
Who am I
to lay my beliefs
on you?
Your response to
SISTER LOUISA ART
is about you,
not me.
It is a REFLECTION of your beliefs,
your faith,
your doubts,
and your fears,
not mine.
I’m just another
Babbling Crack-Head,
in front of the coffee shop,
scratching my head
wondering what the hell
is the meaning of all THIS!!!
Vintage Collection Jar from the Sixties.