I am fifteen
different people
Just on
the drive home
Each new
tune
Recreates
my world view
It happens
to everyone
Techies
are inspired by Trekies
Hard
science scours science fiction
For which
fantasies
To
create reality from
Flights of
fancy
Inform the
process
Sets the
farthest bar
Creates the
pool of dreams
That
dissipates
Distills
Leaks
down
Through
the sticky ether
To
condensate
In wrinkly
recesses
Of
the spongy gray matter
Betwixt stereophonic ears
Back to my
disorder
Today I was
a scientist
Based on
the facts I learned
From Modest
Mouse
Firstly
astrophysics
The
universe is shaped exactly like the earth
If
you go straight long enough
You’ll
end up where you were
Followed
by biology
Some
day you will die somehow
And
something’s going to steal your carbon
Rounded
out by sociology
My
friends, my habits, my family
They
mean so much to me
With a tap
of the screen
I change
my persona
Suddenly I
was much angrier
For no
apparent reason
I felt I need
to rage against some sort of machine
Or smash a
pumpkin or two
Driving
along in my four door sedan
I'm calm like a bomb
Rollin
down Rodeo with a shotgun
I am still just a rat in a cage
Despite
all my rage
Then I had
to calm down
Get ready
for dinner
Flipped to
something smoother
My favorite
calm down groove
As Steely
Dan laid down the knowledge
They
have a name for the winners in the world
I
want a name when I lose
They
call Alabama the Crimson Tide
Call
me Deacon Blue
That’s
something good
A note to
end on
Closer to
who I am
. . . Most of the time
I click off
the radio
My schizophrenia
subsides
I leave it
on the dash of the car
For the next commute
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