Simulacrum

For all I know, I got here yesterday,

with memories of a life I thought I once had.

Logically, it doesn’t make sense that I would 

have quit drinking, let alone move to Mexico.

Am I the star of my own Truman show?

Like Eliot’s music from a father room

it’s impossible to say just what I mean;

but imagine that the magic lantern is everything…

that we are in the magic lantern, the hologram,

played by some million year old alien genius.

I must say, the church bells at night 

are a nice touch.