Did you see me?

Ai! Those red green eyes! Did you
see me? Did you bother to look? Wrapped in my own dreams I missed you – and
yes, I can hear you say, surprise me. The red eyes of the green man, the green eyes
of the red man. Red man walking, green man walking, freed from the confines of their shared metal box, a
nimble leap to the ground and they're off down the road and what’s more hunger's in the air, though at first this aching discomfort confuses and energy courses into
those green/red eyes abuzz with lascivious greed, or to put it another way,
dripping lust – acid drops burning holes in the scarred asphalt. Restaurant
detritus piled high, fear in the streets, Uncle Wally humming – to himself or
some unknown, unnamed god, sees red green, green red waves of democratic joy laced
with the thin excitement of fear. Have you noticed the pervasive, penetrating
power of fear? Tracing lines, contours of granite brutality. Oh yes, ever bigger green/red red/green men have a first thought bursting through which I shall translate/interpret as joy. A joy
of hunger in the midst of the waste of possibility – that joy–fear that is
life’s response to life. Uncle Wally loves to see the working of mind, the
waking of mind. In the night. Luminosity. Uncle Wally knows the how and why.
And, come to that, knows where Pinky and Perky have hidden themselves.