Human props,
first in entertainment,
then a reality of industry itself.
Frustrated lust returns
to create an object
out of the narrow obscure charm
of a thick bodied
wannabe bourgauis.
My presence is a mystery,
I cannot afford my confusion
or my play by design.
Work the crowd,
teach them about Mendelian
concepts of nuance or structure.
Paid by the hour,
I literally give my time
and nothing else.
Present for the sake of
presence,
and hourly pay.
They are but tributaries
singular on to each day.
James J Jackson 