art paper exhibition – foto by smith

Lady’s laying half-eye asleep on the bed as I rub her back. The baked-banana cart in the street below blows its mournful plaintive endless steam whistle wail. “I love that sound” she sighs. I explain it’s the mating call of the giant sea penis looking for its hole mate. She asks what it looks like. I explain it’s a 10 to 14 foot eel-like mobile hot doggish creature with two balls beneath its lower backside which it rolls around on. She slowly sleepily whispers I’m a funny honey, so I quickly chant “Funny Bunny was a one-y, but a two-sy he would be when he met this doozy floozy he bent his heart in two to see.” She says “Is that real?” I love it when I can make nonsense sound believable, the absurd potentially real.

bird boots walking – foto by smith