I’m the Guy on the Bottom 2017. Acrylic on canvas, 18 x 24"
Here is a love song about my ignorance of yoga:
Stiff Yogi, 2021
A G D A E F#minor A
Systems breaking down after a year inside
You work in a closet and I abide
Air feels like lead
I’m a bore
I don’t do yoga, it’s been commercialized
It dots the T’s and crosses the eyes
We buy yoga mats at the dollar store
Take your pants off and lie on the floor
Bile yellow and steely gray
It’s how I feel almost everyday
But you’re like the dawn
always promising more
You salute to the sun in a stale room
and I shavasana like a pale moon
a dead weight with an iron core
Take your pants off and lie on the floor
The cat’s all static, furnace blows cold air
You chew on ice and I don’t care
I’ll press your third eye till there is no more
If it will take you to homeostasis
I could think of so many worse places
that people kill time going for
Take your pants off and lie on the floor