I Want to Be Invisible Sometimes
I can too, all i have to do is stay hermetic, reclusive, make no effort for interaction, a soft hazy musical soundtrack like Schubert's 20th sonata slow movement, man and piano, man and machine, man and letters typing words, reading words, feeling things, but all self contained, going in and creating playgrounds, sofas, beds, not a soul around but the self manifested magnanimously inwards, infinitizing, ahhhhh to be sleepy, even trying to sleep shouldbe like bliss, that is the mindset to be in, the sleeperer and his shadow, monologue so dry, absurdly boring, in a drawn out drawl, the cat next door plops motionless by the window, lullified by the insane 1 dimensional lengths the monologue reaches, till stars untwinkle, galaxies give up, nature yawns, the universe goes into a coma....
Paradoxically achievements arise, through sleight of hand of mind of elbow. When the whole fracture of the popcorn seed, lettuce rearrange the atoms and grain it be. Lasting a thousand years, ear to belly, button to toe, halfway stop, all there stop longer, nowhere / everywhere, silence amidst unchanging noise, bones crackle, nerves melt, a rhinocerus finds trout funny, the lion shall make porkchops with the lamb.
Dire squigglies, fainting crows falling left and right, ambulances caught up in traffic, moles behind the wheels, garnishing raspberry sauce around their sight unseen mouths, which crumple up the seams of many a honey eyed choirster singing New Orleans voodoo remixes tied up in exciting bows made of leopard and jigsaws.
To be invisible as a goal, a thing to aim at, a series of rules one to abide by ergo. As one goes along, what seems most important, and 2nd most, 3rd most and so on.
The taste of pennies.
Inside out, last first, first last, topsy turvy, swimming without water, organazized one of these days, flim flam, outta sight, outta mind.
Paradoxically achievements arise, through sleight of hand of mind of elbow. When the whole fracture of the popcorn seed, lettuce rearrange the atoms and grain it be. Lasting a thousand years, ear to belly, button to toe, halfway stop, all there stop longer, nowhere / everywhere, silence amidst unchanging noise, bones crackle, nerves melt, a rhinocerus finds trout funny, the lion shall make porkchops with the lamb.
Dire squigglies, fainting crows falling left and right, ambulances caught up in traffic, moles behind the wheels, garnishing raspberry sauce around their sight unseen mouths, which crumple up the seams of many a honey eyed choirster singing New Orleans voodoo remixes tied up in exciting bows made of leopard and jigsaws.
To be invisible as a goal, a thing to aim at, a series of rules one to abide by ergo. As one goes along, what seems most important, and 2nd most, 3rd most and so on.
The taste of pennies.
Inside out, last first, first last, topsy turvy, swimming without water, organazized one of these days, flim flam, outta sight, outta mind.
