Wednesday, January 23

My New Alter Ego


BEAT POET JO

It all started when I ordered these glasses, man. Postmodern consumer culture glasses and I'm changed forever. I'm a new woman. I'm so consumer I'm a nonentity. You know?

Sometimes I like to bang on my bongo drum set and come up with some sweet free verse.

Since I freed my bongos from their earthly physical cage in a ritual burning in Greenwich Village, I use a Nutella jar instead.

All I want is world peace. Ending homelessness and human trafficking would be great too. I sleep on coffee shop tables, when I sleep. Sometimes I smoke gas stations cigars in the wilderness of Pennsylvania. Sometimes I burn incense in my pre-Millenial vehicle. I think feminism is outdated. I think about trees more than you do. Don't tell me who to be.

But it's all good, man. You're you, and I'm me, and it's all post-postmodern anyway so like, whatever, right? Yeah. Gotta go. My Heron spirit is telling me it's time to backpack through Montana to reconnect with my earth mother. But I'll be back. Whenever it's sunny in Grove City, or whenever Joanna puts on these glasses in her room, I am there.

Dude.