A diary of a Standing Comedian

scene (a) taking the camera into the reality-chair
no lighting only loosening the curtains

scene (b) dropped was the empty bucket
making a light sound

scene (c) audiencing the audiences artaudian reality
“I-seem-to-be-a-verb”
reality always evolving into another identity
the road on the skin-dances

scene (d) To I the audiences is not a path
crossed by a toy toy wearing a blanket

scene (e) voices, voices, voices, voices, voices
voices of the riverlets
flying over the thickness of the linguistic barks

scene (f) Barking are unheard voices. The camera,
not working properly, produces blurred-voices.

scene (g) deep thoughts turn into
skinned images
“Life is like a silent-verb
like a zen-monk-flowing-water.”

scene (h) Imagine images reflecting images
A bucket is in the well. A ghost well.
Silence the silent well. Images.

scene (i) Smoke your skin-breaths.

scene (j) Historically and honestly speaking,
in that motel was smog
enjoying skin-breaths of thoughts.

scene (k) kids are narrations for the
new generations of the
poetic truths on the rope;
a skywalk into the abyss of the decomposed
chaos in the systemic
electric-rain-forest

scene (l) A glass drops and breaks.
Blind kids going to the church
are not considered kids.
Tell them stories about the sky. Music starts.

scene (m) Light bulbs. Fans.
ashtrays. Smoke on footsteps.
Yellow submarines. Sing a song of memories.
Smile. Night-Moon. Dance.
Leaf-War. Peace. Diseases.

scene (o) Yellow mangoes are falling down
into the well, like submarines.
They will smile there as light bulbs.
The blind well tells them the stories
about diseases caused by smoking.
Gates to the memories. Noise was distorted.

scene (p) Eyes above, Coming down upon
the white flag being carried by a group of athletes
wearing whites. Installing eyes on the heads,
heads on the hands, hands on the backs,
backs on the legs, legs on the nails,

nails on the hair, hair on the nose,
nose on the mouth, mouth on the brain,
brain on the arteries, arteries on the eyebrows,
eyebrows on the veins, veins on poetry of
a now-flux-poetics

scene (q) Everything is in the dreamy balloon
which is about to go to Buddhas in the sky.
Why don’t you do something with
the steel prick in your hand?

scene (r) Orpheus in the Olympic game in Brazil.
Hercules is dancing a future-rain.
Greek myths are now running
a school of a fashion industry.
Are you happy?
Yes, I am.

scene (s) With a devil dance illusion,
so do I. Happy Hour. Buy More Get More.
scene (t) A cave-trust.
A maze-trust.
A corn-field.
Shall we dance?
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Nyein Way & Han Lynn
50th Street Bar, PZD, Yangon, Myanmar
18:50 P.M.
06. 08. 2016