I am a Man
of OBSESSIONS.
Thank GOD
I didn’t grow up
THESE days,
or in a RICH family,
or had a School Counselor
along the way
who cared.
I’m SURE I would
have been Branded
O.C.D.,
Medicated Heavily,
and living
a shitty,
safe existence
in the suburbs
somewhere,
prolly
Snellville.
On my forehead:
OBSESSIVE
COMPULSIVE
DISORDER
Right now
I’d be in my
Blue Lazy Boy Chair
in Polyester Pajamas & Slippers,
reading
the Goddamn Newspaper;
HATING ON
“Mex’cans,
Coloreds,
and
THE GAY”.
Through Grace,
whatever the fuck
THAT is,
I’ve grown to accept me
as I am.
In the 80’s,
I collected Eagles.
Eagles Goddamn Everywhere!
THEY represented Freedom>>>
Suitcases in the 90’s
filled my house.
Suitcases were
Side Tables & Sculptures.
I had I Sixty Nine of them.
They had me ready
TO GO>>>
I’ve had over a HUNDRED cars,
boo-coo’s of Scooters,
a couple of Motorcycles,
and bicycles.
I LOVE LOVE LOVE Wheels!
Wheels take me THERE>>>
I’ve had my tattered
Primitive Furniture Period,
and THAT lasted
more than 28 days.
The Clean Lines of
Mid-Century Modern
got me through
the 2000’s,
until I sold
THAT Life
on eBay.
I just bought 35
Vintage Trophies
for GOD sake!
What will THEY become?
LOVES in my Life?
Let me count the ways.
I aM FuCkUp uP!
Having an opposing thumb,
and a Brain Bigger than a Pea,
I have learned
to focus my obsessions
and use them
for my
benefit.
SELFISH!!!
There is method
to my madness,
however chaotic it looks
from the outside.
I now collect things
that nobody wants,
Sugar-em-up
with a Little Love,
put them up
on a Pedestal,
and let in
The Eternal Light
to Shine
their way>
Once re-purposed,
shining in their
new-found glory,
I have to let them go,
USUALLY
sell them.
THAT
is why
I’M RICH!!!
RICH I SAY,
RICHHHHH!!!
We all have issues
and drives
that define
who we are.
It’s why I have over
200 images of JESUS,
yes CHRIST,
his friends,
and his NOT-MOTHER,
on my walls.
JESUS
is spouting SHIT
at me all day,
giving me something
to Laugh at,
something to
Think about,
WORDS
that makes me realize
that it’s all
going to be
o.k.,
that what our Society
tells me
is Normal and Acceptable
just might not be Me,
just might not be True.
Just for Today,
Don’t Go Letting
Just Anybody
Tell YOU
Who You Are,
Who
You Can Be.
Celebrate
YOUR
Flaw.
