[by Mario Rossetti]
Mulberry St.
With no roots, you'll grasp for anything - reach for anything.
With no education, you are at risk of learning from anyone.
I was not prepared for this level of truth. I was not prepared to be shot in this booth.
The camera clicked too soon. I shot for the moon.
Instead, the stars landed around what was left of my head. A furious dread and an uncurious mind awaited my life on trial.
It was short and uneventful except I thought everyone was trying to be helpful.
Failing to reorganize guile and grace, all the white egg landed on my face.
I tried to be straight with you but it went unrecognized.
It wasn't a disguise, it was sincerity. It was verity and truth but you weren't ready.
Principled but undisciplined, the disciple was persecuted before anyone listened.
Intent glistened, unhesitated with an eye to the future and a poet recitative.
I'll say it again, I've said it before and it's all what I meant.
Playboy dummy. Simulacra, model of non-humanity as evidence of desire.
July 25, 2020
City Notebook