there’s a war raging in between my ears, volcanoes erupt scorching the skin of the earth, every time I close my eyes I see your face, you are the whisper down my spine, lets get lost won’t you be mine? there’s a war raging in my head space, beautiful women, death, beauty and regret are my poison and time is my enemy.
NUMÉRO DEUX (JEAN-LUC GODARD, 1975)
My God is not small, he is not weak, he is not buried somewhere, he is not a good man, he is not a teacher of morality, he is not just a good teacher, his name is Jesus Christ and everything that I create is a blessing from him and everything I have is from him, his name is Jesus Christ and I will follow him or die trying, Follow Christ or Die. APK CIRCA 2013 somewhere in the blue yonder.
Late night tram, Melbourne, a young man asks us if we have heard of the KKK, we proceed to tell him they are and were a bunch of bastardly bigots that we do not support and if we so happened to come upon a group of them we would severely injure them together, next to the circus the greatest horse show on earth, but not great enough to let a damn college kid sell pop corn at for one summer, french candian metaphor for hot rocks on plates and not saying what you mean, out side a bar in the middle of knowhere, Sydney, a group of young people dressed like they are ready for Jesus Christ Superstar walk down the street, they joke with the locals hanging around, an english gentlemen approaches me and says” what’s up with that? what is that shit are they in the KKK?”. Have you heard of the KKK? bunch of bastardly bigots. no further questions. -
APK CIRCA 2013 SYDNEY AUSTRALIA
swimming in the depths of my own skin, inside your skull we will begin.
we are all different people underneath our fleshy tapestry, some fields
of flowers, others thousands of insects falling over each others silky backs
never able to realize where they are going or why, I have learned to rely
on the man in the sky, and sometimes to ask why, but mainly just do, do,
go, go , go, stop making your sorrow a pity show so that everyone must
know how you reap is not what you expected to sow, so, so ,so what?
you’ve had a couple close calls, getting kicked in the balls, puking behind
strip malls, crying in bathroom stalls, do you think you are the first human
creature to truly feel alone? don’t pick your bones, pick your heart.
we swim in the depths of our skin sometimes breaking the surface
revealing our dreams, how do you do? I am me and I are you, should
we kiss or should I sue? I feel the same way too, pause , rewind ,
be behind human kind, in love with body, lusting for the mind,
get in the grind, crash cars, collect lives, burn off that mustache disguise,
I am a reverent creature of a planet worth fighting for.
I am APK, who are you today?
APK CIRCA 2013