Am I too old to see the stars?
I sit and listen and listen hard
but it is just noise
smashing drums, screeching guitars
songs whose words
I never understand
Yet beyond the noise some power glows
A dirty mensch if there ever was one
I smell his scent foul and strong
the kind that makes girls shiver and shake
Not right! Not right!
But still – if you could bottle his stuff
I would be king
but coliseums that explode and sing
I would be king!
There is only music in his life
black blues, white blues and Stringbean Tom
he loves it all
songs sing in his head all day
in his sleep
rhyming with his dreams
dancing in the dawn
When he feels the beat
lightening flows from fingers to feet
spirit flying through the sky
past angels, gods exploding
then he sings
into the stars.
Alex Duensing. Graduate of William Paterson and Columbia? Yes. Ran for St. Petersburg, FL City Council? Yes. Won? No. Stopped Mayan Apocalypse on rooftop with performance art? Yup. Strange but nice fellow? Clearly. Protégé of Arakawa+Gins, masters of the architectural body? Ongoing even after the supposed end. Able to create mechanical engines that run completely on the energy a person creates while appreciating a painting? On delightful rare occasions.