virginia beach is way TOO small or i am too popular..
not me my art..
either way i am ghost......
CLEM
by Harold "Wili" Otey (1965-1995)
we can be anything we want
they tell us when four
five six up to twelve years of age
but then. . .
I dream of being
a gazelle
legs legs and muscles
sinewy and striding
tight composed
running across iowa fields at midnight
dressed only in the glisten of the
moon with air ice-cubed driving
pounds of energy into
feet ankles knees locomoting
my gut dancing with my chest
the brain free of the baseness of
earth one feels so far away
bout to soar fly buss the bosom of
heaven it was only then i saw
others looking at me
strangely I stopped imagining
how about you?
not me my art..
either way i am ghost......
CLEM
by Harold "Wili" Otey (1965-1995)
we can be anything we want
they tell us when four
five six up to twelve years of age
but then. . .
I dream of being
a gazelle
legs legs and muscles
sinewy and striding
tight composed
running across iowa fields at midnight
dressed only in the glisten of the
moon with air ice-cubed driving
pounds of energy into
feet ankles knees locomoting
my gut dancing with my chest
the brain free of the baseness of
earth one feels so far away
bout to soar fly buss the bosom of
heaven it was only then i saw
others looking at me
strangely I stopped imagining
how about you?