Let me begin by saying, I have
Zero Interest in People.
I consider myself a bit of an
Art Buff, a
Game Changer, and for a short while,
The Drinker.
[The drinking came following the demise of a very long, very NOT perfect relationship.]
Oh, he was wonderful at first… a
Flower Thrower, a
Dream Boat, and admittedly, a
Well Hung Lover.
Intense was that day we spent at
The Walled Off Hotel.
Me, in my
Valentine’s day mascara.
And him, sporting nothing but the
Scar of Bethlehem.
Wine and laughter flowed
as he labeled me his
Designated Picnic Area,
and spoke of
Cardinal Sin.
And I thought,
this is it,
Love is in the Bin.
Not long after, came his
Follow Your Dreams,
Will Work for Idiots,
Bomb Hugger,
Civilian Drone Strike era.
And though I floated about
like the proverbial
Peace Dove,
Soon came the
Fragile Silence.
And thus began our
Mobile Lovers stage.
I turned inward… painting a
Self Portrait,
which remains
Untitled.
He decided to
Take The Money and Run,
starting a
Think Tank with
Corrupted Oil Jerry.
And now I sit,
under some big top, lost in
The Mild Mild West,
just beyond the sign that reads
Forgive Us Our Trespassing
and to the left of the
Guard with Balloon Dog.
I repeat… I have
Zero Interest in People.
But the posters outside promise a
Parachuting Rat, a
Gorilla in a Pink Mask, a
Flying Balloon Girl, a
Hula Hooping Girl, and a
Girl with a Pierced Ear Drum
(formerly known as a Ballerina with Action Man Parts).
As I sit and wait for yet another circus,
the ringmaster begins,
“After the show, you are to
Exit Through the Gift Shop and
Shop Till You Drop!
Hope you all went to the Bank-sy!”
Tori Burris Inkley
4/3/24
Tori Dreamer 