A Message in a Bottle.

— FindMeHere —
If you follow or read any of these, then you may know I leave work out in the world for people to find. Chairs, paintings, sculpture. Sometimes I leave clues in stories, bread crumbs. A Scavenger’s playground. But most often I just cast work to the world, and leave it to see where it ends up. Hundreds of pieces I’ve put out there now. Sometimes people contact me to tell me they found something and they have it in their home. I am always honored. For the last couple years I have been leaving a message in a bottle. An oil painting I made often with something on the back; a favorite poem, a recipe, a diagram for building something. A word I like. My favorite page torn from a book. A love letter. This bottle is the MOST special. It contains the only known copy of the most important poem I have ever read. I have had it in my possession for more then twenty years. Gifted to me by my brother. I live by or love by its words. Or both. I have searched in books and, endlessly on the Internet, and I have never found one word of it recorded. As far as I know, I have the only copy that exists. I have only ever shared it once with another, but the truth is; I have never met anyone worth sharing it with. This poem is a forever life. A life of only passion. Sacrificing all other human fulfillment for this single word alone. Passion. It is not a life that can be lived long but is a life that will be remembered forever. The strength of its words so applicable to today’s obvious weakness; a fear of expressing opinions or opposition.
I find myself appalled today, by a worlds lack of passion. The fear. The enablement of anti-truth.
The mouths of lovers we once spit in, gagged and covered. A Disgrace. Children marched in lines 6ft squared, on painted sidewalk demarcations, rather then comparing their bloody knee scrapes & scabs from speed-coasting their bicycles down hills through red lights. Summers spent in arm casts. Plastic bags duct taped around their plastered limbs; so they can jump into a rushing river. Exploring landfills. Fistfights with future friends.
Oh the Shame for offending anyone with our silly false-life-photographs for fear of cancellation by petty strangers. We’ve traded locking ourselves in the restaurant-bathroom and fucking on the floor, for showing our “papers at the door” And the enablers, oh God the enablers. The—“ I do it because my masters my “leaders” my “representatives” tell me I can have my freedom, my regular life, as long as I do what they say.” The sickest people of all, fully infected, truly alive and dying. Passionless. Your masters hand you human shit and tell you it’s a paintbrush. The world is your canvas? And you paint it this way? Let’s drive our bodies like race cars. Let’s swim out into this night’s dark ocean where we can only hear each other laughing,screaming. You are worried about who spots the imperfection? I want to put my tongue in it. I do not wish to only please you. Nor be pleased by you. Sometimes we are here for the tease the taunt, the torment,the torture. Protect me? Fuck you. Provoke me! EnableMe? EVOKE ME. This Catatonia, this dangerous sleep. I'm not concerned with you being offended, nor your offensiveness. I'm more interested in the taste of your sweat when you are angry. These bodies are our assignments. Each ours to test as we please. It is not a test any of us will pass. We all stand on the edges of the bridges we burn, and as we look out, it’s never the whole world we want. Just; “your half”.
If you have read this far, you are one of three people on this platform: The intelligent one who reads everything. Bless you. Or, the infatuation of a false lover. Who just keeps looking. Even still.
Or you are the almost friend, to whom knows the”partially why”. Either way, you too, are alive and dying.

(See story if interested in finding the poem in this bottle.)—I promise it is worth it.
If you do find it; the fighter in me encourages you to never share it. Keep it to yourself—there is no one alive worth sharing it with. But, the lover in me says, read it everyday for twenty years. Memorize it. Then put it in a wine bottle and throw it into the sea.