SLEEPING BEAUTIES

a poem walks into a funeral parlor

Chicken John, Jimmy James and I dismantled a funeral parlor in Palo Alto, gave away a bunch of stuff and took what was left back to Chicken’s warehouse in San Francisco for a free show about death. Everyone took what they wanted at show’s end. Some of those paintings were worth thousands of dollars. We didn’t know. Also, before you unbolt an embalming table from the floor, you should really make sure the water is turned off.

Here’s a poem I originally wrote and performed for the DeYoung museum’s nightlife program, for Sean Orlando’s urban exploration exhibition. It seemed fitting for our funeral parlor show and so here it is.