A Little Taste

Two things have been running through my head in the last 24 hours plaguing my waking hours and my sleep. The first being, what would I sing at karaoke tonight and the second of no less importance have been ponderings about the recent wave of bombings in Turkey. But, before I go to karaoke tonight I ought to finish the sculpture that I am working on. It's a little piece, the figure of a man made from found objects; a block of wood, pieces of a worn out mop handle, an old paint brush, a bolt, and a few other bits of this and that. It's painted red, white, and blue. The bolt protrudes disproportionately large from the lower torso and is painted purple, something resembling a whopper of a throbbing erection. I need to find a small cylinder to add to the sculpture. I'll paint it to look like an oil drum. Someplace on the base of the piece I'll scribble the title, "Bush got a Purple Knob".

Mick Jaeger asks three questions in his song, "Sister Morphine". One is, "How long have I been lying here?", then "What am I doing in this place?" and the other, "Why does the doctor have no face?" I've been practicing the words to this song although it is not on the karaoke playlist. They have "Honky Tonk Woman", maybe I'll do that.