monkey mind
Like a marble rolling down a hill
I found the place I’ve settled in
I’m here, but easily dislodged
by vibration
the temporary home I see
walls at times folding in
as good a place as any
but not what conjures rest
or reflection, or comfort
flavor bud living
as Captain B. once said
but then again,
if this roll was too cozy
I might fall asleep, again
I brought you unstructured ornaments
that could not be repeated
no matter how much I wanted to
rendered insubstantial
by their irreproducability
where was my follow-up?
where was the framework?
I had never been here before
a monkey at my typewriter
this is what my new home will look like
something I’ve never seen
but familiar
* “My name is Peter Weber. Biographical note: E flat. Half baked, fully fledged, out of the frying pan but still a bit raw.” http://pilgebump.wordpress.com
Editor's note: If you don't know who Captain Beefheart is, just Google him.
