writing occurred via David Gordon
in self-defense at least
accommodating
each lump
of newly-grown flesh.

Turning still
explosive material
with its catalyst
in a bathtub waiting
(to which I had become addicted)
to effect
bloody intermissions
between performances.

The name stuck:
"TV Reel".

I dealt with situations as a voyeur:
choreography ran rampant
in a circle forever
never breaking rhythm,
performing simultaneously
I improvised a series of verbal directions:

A fireman is playing
the dashboard
at Carnegie Hall.

One time a boxer,
another a bride.

A continuity of intention
continuously halting
within an extended performance zone
would bring an abrupt end.

I left the stage.

In retrospect
they are all nodding their heads.
(Either way is fine with me.)
No one was bored.

Each time is the first time.

I became determined
to hold onto the original . . .

"The forced momentum (when both the energy of the performers and audience is waning) and its pulse and insistence are both heroic and inane."