Somewhere Apart
13 months lost in space. Where is my mind, indeed? I have to learn this all over again. I would ask that you bear with me but I know you're not there. Squinting, I see the audience is rather stiff, some of you are missing limbs, your wigs are slipping and your eyes don't blink. The popcorn buckets have become homes for mice. That's ok. Tomorrow after work I will be searching for the new Robyn Hitchcock album Ole! Tarantula. I'm very excited. Now let's see if I've created a post.