i entered a theater
with a group of friends
on the wall
there was projection
and cubes with words or images
on each side, flipping
and we all tried to get
the full message
then we loaded into a van
and discussed what we thought it meant
i can't remember what it was
but it was layered, intense
erotic but frightening
we didn't all agree on exactly what
the artist
was trying to convey
then
there was a book
that was written by someone
who was very important to me
and
without exactly meaning to
i wrote variations on the theme
some were dreams
some were theory
some were stories
and
as i drove through the desert
i spread them all out
and i saw
i had written
a seven volume set
slipping and sliding
the seven thin slick covered volumes
what order should they be
maybe it doesn't matter
