ARTIST ALONE: Artist was birthed alone, ‘round midnight, in a hospital that has since burned to the ground. Grew up alone. Crushed by a swing set that collapsed while swinging solo beneath stars.
Swings alone. Goes to bars, scribbles notes on napkins instead of forcing issues. Alone in the theater - in those isolated handicapped seats- sending out Son of Sam vibes. Listening to sounds that only the lonely can hear: Candy wrappers. Canned music. The idle chitchat of the crowd...
WL Bush c.2007