apart from the usual conundrum I recite "Where I'm from"

like Doodlebug while they try to push under the rug

suggestions that question the status

rabid packs of ravenous carnivores attacking

exacting no less than is required admired while some

could quote the lyrics to "I'm so tired" like the Maharishi

"look what you've done" but I'm not John Lennon in India

I begin to subliminally perform the dance moves to

"Smooth Criminal" like leaning forward off-balance at a glance

this is performance art for non-starters I sing "no quarter"

like Robert Plant can't close my eyes like Ray I'd rather not say

unmentionables questionable intentions cause apprehension

just a second for the next burst of wind to twist this brainstorm

conforms to norms of a different kind rewind and you'll

find hidden cues few could tolerate what separates the

real from the fake "eat the cake, Annie Mae" as in the movie

soon I'll be uproarious in sporadic phases engaged to rearrange

what can't be managed like frantic moments