In an effort to stay hidden, I wear a cardboard box over my head. I've painted faces on each side. Side one, my mouth is a cerulean crescent; side two, my mouth is a straight black charcoal line; side three, it's a 4h penciled "O"; side four, I leave blank, as to appear that I have it all.
On walks, I skip.
B.F.M.
I tried to be someone extraordinary: Jerry West. Then tried to be Jasper Johns and Robert Rauschenberg rolled into one. Dreamed of being Robert Plant, David Bowie or David Byrne. I tried my hand at graphic and web design, then business. Fail.ed.
Being too temperamental, I was never voted most likely to succeed. Tried to be loved, but never learned how. Tried marriage, failed twice, but today sitting in my peach colored box I successfully envied the riders of the Tour de France.
B.F.M.
