Me
Ok , so I need to get these pieces of writing out into the ether. They are a collection which will be made into a book next year to co-incide with a solo show called 2000. It is essentallu a recollection of my life in the year 2000.
Me
Tuesday, 25 June, 2002 12:40 PM
Leaned over this learned topic talk
I balk in my egotism,
‘I am the best’.
I justify through the excruciating yawl of me
‘Me’
I say in defiance of the ordinary day
game of click press return
play,
waitng to get paid.
… ………………….’I am the best’
i say to a Grandma on her way to buy some dental floss.
She squeaks over to me taps me on the hand and said:
“I know.”
…………………..I am the
…. I didn’t know,
I thought I had to say it often
to allow the credulence of popularity
ride me into arms of fame money time
The kid in the street playing soccer
… waiting to be the next Beckham.
Signing off the infamy of arrogance
with the scissor kick
of me,
or him, or everyone
. ………………………I realised
No one cares.
So I drink a coffee with the expectation
that rightouseness
is not rightness
and
the squeek of age determines the same reply
I know.
