apart from the usual conundrum I recite "Where I'm from"like Doodlebug while they try to push under the rugsuggestions that question the statusrabid packs of ravenous carnivores attackingexacting no less than is required admired while somecould quote the lyrics to "I'm so tired" like the Maharishi"look what you've done" but I'm not John Lennon in IndiaI begin to subliminally perform the dance moves to"Smooth Criminal" like leaning forward off-balance at a glancethis is performance art for non-starters I sing "no quarter"like Robert Plant can't close my eyes like Ray I'd rather not sayunmentionables questionable intentions cause apprehensionjust 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 moviesoon I'll be uproarious in sporadic phases engaged to rearrangewhat can't be managed like frantic moments