A Painting By Yves Tanguy

Perfect abstract imagery evoking emotions,

triggering deja vu? 

Maybe.

A. I. love sonnets could be.

Surreal certainly, bombarded by coconuts

of this point of view, that bias until our

heads explode or we go into a cocoon or

coma.

Happy Valentines Day, oh, that’s a long ways

away massacre.

Things have to get weirder and weirder to

catch the attention span of the eye of a needle.

Perhaps it was something I ate, or was it

something I said?

In any case, I agree that we cannot somehow 

call exactly extraordinary.

And things do seem a bit out of hand

out of pocket

out of their minds

and a bit beyond the paradigm.

So, as we see here, we cannot expect 

to get an explanation 

from something that is inexplicable 

as the inescapable conclusion,

after which a pleasant bubble bath would

be appreciated.