J'etais Libre Parmi les Esclaves Masques
It began as a fascination with barbed wire, the barbed wire that marks borders, the barbed wire that keeps out the poverty of life.
A fascination that translated into the barbed wire he wrapped around his arms like the penance of enlightenment, like the corona of a sun, black sun of ancient sailors in a starless sky, drops of blood forming on his skin to be dabbed away like the tears of a troubled child.
A barbed wire sonata, basso continuo humming like a swarm of bees dripping with the sweet honey of endorphin relief.
Barbed wire that spider webs the windows along the street he traveled in the diffuse light of a sunless day.
Barbed wire strung along the shore to repel the unwanted, the unattended eyes.
Barbed wire that rose like an exorcism over the demons of everyday life.
If he had a flag it would be the black barbed wire that proclaimed an iconic and ironic liberation, an indelible revolution.
It began as a fascination with barbed wire, the barbed wire that marks borders, the barbed wire that keeps out the poverty of life.
A fascination that translated into the barbed wire he wrapped around his arms like the penance of enlightenment, like the corona of a sun, black sun of ancient sailors in a starless sky, drops of blood forming on his skin to be dabbed away like the tears of a troubled child.
A barbed wire sonata, basso continuo humming like a swarm of bees dripping with the sweet honey of endorphin relief.
Barbed wire that spider webs the windows along the street he traveled in the diffuse light of a sunless day.
Barbed wire strung along the shore to repel the unwanted, the unattended eyes.
Barbed wire that rose like an exorcism over the demons of everyday life.
If he had a flag it would be the black barbed wire that proclaimed an iconic and ironic liberation, an indelible revolution.