The Grand Circumference
Was a long few years ago, I start to recall. Nothing much was on the radio & the sidewalks were an icy polychrome art project, at least in my neighborhood. Somehow, I was waiting for a guy known as Subway Slim to slide into the big city to do some business. Word on the street, he was into vitality & efficiency. I saw him as a part of the grand circumference, supplementing time with seeds of discovery, fertilized in the conveyer belt of streetwise wisdom. Quite likely he’d be open to a basement-level crime of opportunity, is what I’m suggesting. Way back then, it was the habits of mindless conventionality so needed transforming. We knew we had to dig deeper inside ourselves. Rebuild the substrata, substructure, nomenclature. These, and a million billion zillion other words and wisdoms crawled out of the screen from Late Show movies, beamed from a TV station on Jupiter, and from lit-up freeway signs next to the trans-dimensional Interstellar Interstate. Subway Slim claimed he used to be involved with one of the major kissers of the world, East & West included. (Maybe even North and South.) She knew how to look out windows in SoHo, and make entire blocks full of humans feel peaceful and purposeful by only zeroing in on them with her brainwaves. She also listened a lot faster than most people. The main thing to remember is to be in awe we’re even here, was how we were living our lives during that prolonged and wondrous winter.
