Follow the Dress Cod
A Him for Lucille
Lucille Lucille
Lucille
Here we are on the street
Waddling and waffling
We damaged ducks that fucked up down south
And there we are
Together about ten feet apart
There’s a preacher with a portable mic
In Place d’Armes
He’s warming up
It’s a small crowd
Tourists who are squatted out from walking in 28°C
“My life was so much worse than this, before the Lord found me.”
If that’s better, then there’s hope for the two of us
I too spent too much time talking to too many people who didn’t give two shits
I know this man’s pain
I over-ate it
Lucille,
Tell me why you ran away from home
The short version
Because
We’re out of Schnapps and I’m watching my carbs
Laughter like a half a magazine from an Uzi
Sprays from a bar
Let’s dodge those happy bullets all the way home
Past the couples and the piles of garbage
Homeless looking for teeth
In through the door
Pick up the packages
Let out the plants
Listen for the rain
There’s someone out there
Lucille
Who will love your big ass and drink you like a tub of Nutella
Hang in there, kiddo
Faith is a long game
I wrote the poem on a hot-ass day in Montreal. Somehow the poem found its way in my phone onto a note that was titled "Follow the Dress Cod." Obviously a play on words with "Dress Code." Actually, it's obviously a typo. The poem was probably called "Hymm for Lucille." Months later, I did the drawing. And now the two are part of a whole but it's purely accidental.
I normally don't talk much about my art, especially meaning or intention, but this is strictly process, which makes this it's a teachable moment. And the lesson is shit happens.
What is this nonsense about?
WHY NOT BE A COGNITIVE BURDEN ON THE WHOLE WORLD? Finally, something to do!