I was there when the pig decided to draw itself – left hoof, neon pen, guilty conscience.
The Entrance – Pig Appears on the Paper
A day shaped like a crooked circle.
I grab the pen – the pig grabs back.
We wrestle for the center, lose it,
and find instead a sound:
Ssschnurps!
It smells like Sunday and wet felt-tip pens.
The pig picks both pink and orange.
Democracy in mud.
Sound Inventory (oink/klack/klirr)
Oink says the surface.
Klack goes the line.
Klirr goes the thought that color is never innocent.
One ear glows green, the other hears capitalism humming.
I take dictation; the pig commands:
“More mess! Less meaning!”
Dialogue of Things (Tail vs. Shadow)
Tail: “I’m the exclamation mark of the body.”
Shadow: “I’m your echo on the page.”
They both fall silent when the title screams:
PIGMESS!
I laugh too loudly – the paper trembles.
Litany of Lists (Words Gone Trotting)
- green as an excuse
- pink as defiance
- orange as an old promise
- black as the outline of truth
I count to four. The pig counts forever.
Final Applause – The Audience Is a Snout
End of line, start of color.
I wipe my thoughts dry.
The pig bows.
A drop of neon escapes the edge –
not a mistake, just an attitude.
Literature & Links
None today. Only pigment confessions and the sacred date: 28/05/25.
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