Just behind the KFC is where I sit and work.
I often stand and pace to stop my mind from going berserk.
Thoughts and feelings emanate and land upon the page
of the sketchbook that I keep in which the friction burns. Like rage.
Friction only happens when you rub two things together,
Like vacuum bags and stormy clouds and other kinds of weather.
I see a thing and turn it upside down to see what's there.
I do not have a fixed agenda; circular or square.
And in my explorations I can see myself anew;
Reflections of the parts of me from fantasy to true.
So as I grow and learn and play behind the KFC,
My empire is growing. I'm subversive – this is me!
