Dada Is My Name

What is my name   What is my name, no, What is my MY NAME, yes, my name shares a space with a question. My name is What, I know. My name is What , what’s the big deal? I am hazy, a question that everyone asks, inexhaustible fuel for existence. curious or complex, simple or snarky, disinterested, indifferent, or an interrogation. I am many moods, situations. “What is your name?” I reply, “Yes, What is my name!” And they usually reply, “I don’t know, you haven’t told me.” “But WHAT IS MY NAME!” And so on and so forth until they walk away, annoyed, confused, or bemused. So, I’m not just a question, I’m also a noun, What is my name no need to answer! Photo by Rhys Kentish on Unsplash

Ant is my name Ant is my name, I’m small, even tiny , covering the ground with my great family. Barometer of rain, fortune tellers without fortune, we have our hills and our holes, where you may find me. Attracted to sugar, little pieces, small crumbs, I’ll eat a whole meal with my millions. In cartoons I visit grand picnics and carry away whole drumsticks and cakes back to my room with the help of my brethren, all moving as one like an Eastern Religion. I may crawl over your body, bite you when stirred, but that is no fun when any second you could stamp down and put me forever asleep. See me everywhere, if you bother to look, Ant is my name, I’m not frightened! Photo by Gabriel Manlake on Unsplash

Life is my name Life is my name, oh damn I need meaning, or is a heartbeat plus breathing enough? So much is made of me, I feel like God, everything, eternal, but dying, all time. My twin brother’s death, a legend of sorts, much feared, misunderstood, and avoided. But I am nothing without him, and he is nothing without me, we both encourage and play with each other. There is nothing moving or conscious without me, although that is also my downfall, long me or short me, it’s all the same, we are all one, like a cliché. Energies and spirits, bodies and thoughts, sex and cities, are all me. I’m vigorous and dull, exciting and bored, Life is my name, come and live me! Photo by  Kristopher Roller  on  Unsplash

Slack is my name Slack is my name, please cut me some, I like to relax and eat pikelets. You can add ‘er’ to the end of my name, but I can’t be bothered, so if you do, I’m a movie! I like it real easy, so go nice and slow, soft more than hard, nice and loose. I am my own culture, I am Head of nothing, although I am happy to receive if you’re giving. My rope is always loose, left dangling in air, and now I can’t be bothered to end this