Only a Sailors Tale
We are told, we sailors, that death by drowning is as peaceful a one as man could wish for. After the time I spent in the South China Seas in 1904 I don't believe a word of it.


Weird little puppet I had to make for my next stop motion assignment. It will involves screwing her feet to the floor apparently? No idea what I'm doing. Also, I'm thinking of coloring it, but not sure what way I want to color it yet. It's made of crayola modeling foam I think, which actually feels like marshmallows and smells like glue. Oh, and aluminum wire.
Watch me step-slide
to the rhythm of a boom box
rattling broken windows.
I dance my soft toe by the train tracks
on cracked cement and leaves of grass,
I've moon walked over rooftops
in the moonlight,
past broken street lights,
under stars.
I've thrown a head spin
through a broken heart,
and turned a pirouette on a stage
lit by source fours and footlights.
And it's a lindy hop,
two step,
mosh pit,
dodging slings and arrows in this life of mine.
Who says
white boys can't dance?
