Three Images

Jesus of Nazareth, a tiger, and Iva "Tokyo Rose" D'Aquino. Three images that happened in my mind, inspired by something I saw and felt, and then removed from my mind and put back into the world. This is how art works. One of the simplest processes in the human world. Simpler than eating.

From an old journal:

VICTOR LOOKS AT ME:
"DON OCTAVIO, I THINK WE ARE DRUNK."
COLLECTS THE EMPTY BOTTLES, DROPS THEM IN A PILE TO BE GENTLY RECYCLED AT A LATER DATE, THEN SITS DOWN AND ROLLS A SMOKE.
A FEW MINUNTES LATER: "DON OCTAVIO, NOW I AM SLEEPING,"
AND GIVES ME A ONE-ARMED HUG THAT FINDS ITS ORIGIN IN MUCHO-MACHO, MAGICO MEXICO AND THAT PERSISTS NATURALLY HERE IN ROSWELL, GEORGIA, 2002, AND YES, WE ARE DRUNK AND NOW, YES, I AM SLEEPING.

Jesus is in his constellations. In space, the double-helix abounds. A tiger is dreaming of being immortal man. Her head is emptying itself of the tiger-ideas. She once searched for something new. Iva D'Aquino stares the rest of her life in the eyes, for this is what a scapegoat can do best, and a rose grows from her brain. Somewhere nearby, Kali Yuga yoginis are practicing tantra in a graveyard. The sun is shedding its skin.