Mercury in Retrograde

Mercutio rising

Temperature out of control

Troll the planes of Mercury

Freddy plays the stadium

Uh, what do you feel?

Is it real that mercurial mood?

Whose mood does the brood accept?

Acceptance is a product of tense

And tense is a condition of language

And language is a the cage

From which the caged bird sings.

Birdman, man what a bird.

Venus is a penis in retrograde.

Inversion is the new perversion

Ass trological lovely.

Mercutio in Retrograde

Mercutio descensds,

Befriends the boy

Who bends thym,

Weaving a herbal wreath,

A crown for his handsome head.

Being dead without dread

A Perseus pleasure.

Permission,

The Mission Dolores.

Tears unshed for the bride

Undead her soul

Sweet succor to his grief.

Mad Mercution made many a mistake

[No taxis are in stock]

[I hate socializing]

A handsome Rake—A rakish ham his happenstance.

The chance untaken.

The love forsaken.

But in dying without crying,

In descending while flying

Mercutio restores a

Whore’s disorder to the world order.

Everything for sale.  Love can’t help but fail the test of the flail.  Whips come out to tap and touch the Forlorn Flesh.

Kisses so soft and certain they rise a curtain on the theatre of love.

[The it gets scorching hot.]

[I am like owew!]

[Can I pretend I know so I look educated?]

[Enjoy cheesier.]

On stage the performers appear at ease, comfortable in their bodies, happy to share the pleasures of the flesh with each other and the audience.

The performance is exciting, interactive and intimate.  The audience delights in the attention of the performers to each other.  Anticipates the attention coming to them.

And it isn’t just about the coming, its about the anticipation of the coming.  The coming attractions – magnets pulling them together.

Pulling Mercutio into Retrograde.  Turning him into the astrological undoing of us all.

A planetary projection against the storm of the sun flaring into the future, Mercutio becomes a kind of signifier for forgetting and regretting.  The loci for all of the emotion we cannot express.