Here I Sit A Bunch Of Membranes

here I sit a bunch of membranes

in a reverie of tears

this is what it’s like to be trapped

in a room with your own mind

I grew up in Minnesota

and now I think of Walla Walla

and its rural atmosphere as a better

place than Seattle and its high tech

affluence and sociopathic behavior

oppositions lead to propositions

I’m not sure what that means

but it sounds good. The fork

is often associated with eating

and making tough decisions

this is the theatre of indecision

the sparkling of the wagon

is the mahogany of our incantation

I continue to have problems with jazz

but I’m improving. I feel the fingers

of a stellar, planetary music

play my brain

like a jar of honey

this happens a lot

the metaphors go crazy

trying to find a solution for ice

how to preserve it how to nurture it

I feel increasingly peremptory

but who wouldn’t in these circumstances

I hear someone calling me

and go buy a ticket

for the next flight to Mars