Like,
If the earth is flat
Then how come I’m frowning?
If this is theatrical space
When can I leave?
Like, is the estrangement I feel Brechtian?
And to whomst is the fourth wall I’m addressing?
I came for the post credits
For the teaser
I came for lunch
I came in the circuit between us
Despite interference
This tokenism
This flavor adventure
When I’m offline I’m aspirin
I’m pain in the neck
My temple is head and shoulders
And the ceiling above that
In Decorator’s White
This conference room
In which the meeting starts
With my hair still wet
In which the pants are pleated
And the bush is back
In which nowhere
Gets scooped by warm rain
The paper plates
Pulped along sidewalks
Stolid cars angled
Against a rank sun
That’s spilling out onto
Lemon light of the train car
In which a hand is clutching
A cup reading “hungry ghost”
And chrome bars are framing out
A sequence of bodies
Clad in puffers
On to Penn Station
In which an Amtrak officer
Tells his colleague a story involving
The Cheesecake Factory
Then looks at me
And smiles
Now I tell you my dream
In which Spencer says:
Remember,
Chuck E Cheese was an orphan
And the E
Stands for Entertainment
In which I’m an orphan now too
At the arcade
In DDR induced birthday frenzy
And fistful of quarters
So my esteem gets healthy
I take mother-in-law to Chopt
At which point
My hands are empty
And my clothes are out
The dream is not felt
But seen
In 4K envelope
Only partially remembered
at what cost was lunch?
there was cotton definitely
but where was brunch?
The wagon never slows
I just wake up bluffed
And wet
2018