Bugolgi Apparatus

had a dream I was rich I adjusted  to it I painted people  struggling with it I became like  Marie Antoinette  mechanics of the system were brilliant latest things rarest species silences cover  the streets lawyers in dreams buy everything tell me  anyone can be an artist I was so white  had servants with accents pizza every night  topped with gold carats I decided  to sing hired coaches  from Brazil a child said I sucked I sued him and won I then decided  to make films

perfect  no words for it once distant  we now walk around it a golden childhood bites an adulthood quiet now-  don’t upset it summer vacations birthdays, cousins love if you were lucky and even if you weren’t growing up what were  they thinking nothing’s impossible someone’s watching like it was golden   pulled by the roots cleaned, cut up salted, and cooked you’ve never forgotten how sweet it tasted your stomach aches without explanation

we have to make a living  do we have to make a killing  think of what we're doing  in the one life that we live it can't be lived in fear we're not means to an end let's just be present now amongst our dozen friends In this struggle we are free others are watching  it's the cult of you and me in a world of feeling things we might never get what we need from these polluted streams If we don't become our dreams well then, what, then?