can’t sleep, can’t rest. exhausted by the weight of a mind racing with no destination in sight. I would like to stop and get directions. Excuse me, what is it I’m supposed to be thinking about because it’s all kind of Eschery up there and clocks are melting and birds are flying out of people’s heads?
My mind keeps chasing along like a hummingbird, never settling on any one thought or song. There’s always music bubbling up behind everything else knocking around in there.
In the wee hours when my mind finally roosts, I dream of Cosmo with amber-colored teeth, mocking me. Then I dream of walking with Howard Stern, telling him I miss him because I don’t have satellite radio, and I had listened to him off and on since 1982. He says “that’s nice”. Then we dance, a slow dance, on a rooftop. Surprisingly he isn’t all that tall.