I did not get up this morning until just a bit ago. Very late. I will tell you about rabbit holes soon. I have gone deep down one with many tunnels as if a man possessed.
But not today. I'll need to get a bit more composure so as not to seem a madman or a freak.
Besides, how can I not say something about The National Disgrace? He is really something, that Covid King. He sees the whole thing as about him. He is brave. He took off his mask. He is not afraid.
You can't win an argument with an idiot. It's always a rubber and glue argument. Placeholder Joe's still wearing a mask. He's afraid. He's weak.
Always the Strong Man. A draft dodger. A tax evader.
We're allowed to say bad things about him again. We will. Him and his entire clan and band of sycophants.
As bad as it is, though, I'm distracted. My mind is on this other thing. It scares me. Perhaps I have become unbalanced, untethered, seriously mentally unhinged. The thing to do, though, is to turn the obsession into art. Can I do that?
Probably not.
But I might be able to report the obsession.
I've not slept much in days. My mind is not working as it should which might be obvious. I will leave this for now. At least the photo is cool.
I have gone down similar rabbit holes about "what might have been." The subjunctive is where almost all poetry is made.
ReplyDeleteBetween the cream and coffee
there was time
between the toast and butter
there was space
instead silence became our habit
the the distance between us
flew faster than receding stars
What I have found is that real people cannot compete with ghosts.
The obsession with ghosts is genuine madness.
We will do things for the dead that no living person could ever compel us to do.