Is that you?


Transparency is a no show

In these times of show it all.


Substance passes through a cautious filter

Of carefully chosen words

And adapted roles

Leaving us with thin

Liquefied versions of ourselves.


It’s there, somewhere

Must be


You catch glimpses

Catch fleeting shadows

Ghosts of the living.


Shine a light

And watch it dance

The avoidance dance

Contract, expand, hide, disappear.


Am I making myself clear?

Chicago, IL 2011