Ode To Stains

embrace your stains those blots of evidence physical prints of memorable or not-so-memorable times still footprints of life echoing throughout the day tattooing your very person & connecting you with every other human that lives amongst you the spit, the snot, the coffee, the ketchup, the oil, the ink, the glue, the lipstick, the bastardized blemishes, blotches, soils, spatters, splotches, smelly drips, popped zits & all those sinister smirches & swapped secretions left by now forgotten passions--- yes, they all show a life that has been lived & we who decide to keep them walk around with a visually defined personal encyclopedia of our experiences wrapped round us as a billboard for the world to see--- so lift up your washer & like chief bromden did the sink in one flew over the cuckoo’s nest, hurl it through the window--- free yourself of the starch white “presentable” world (a flat flawless plane of fashion with no memory) & walk with those of us who are not afraid to scream at the top of our lungs the etchings of this fleeting élan vital, for our vast breadth of incidents, encounters & sloppy meals shine ever so uniquely amidst the rest of the pristine & downright boring.