Meditation on a Hot Night

I'm seeing phantom people again. They hover just flashing on my impressionable conscious to the up of grind stone stride down turned gaze, dark with pale pinched faces garbed in voluminous night. Quick sear and gone. If I weren't a poet I wouldn't care. But I am and have passed to the absurdity of describing figments, arrangements, presented by my electro-impulses to my weary conscious.

The gap between function and experience is insurmountable. Sometimes I feel that my body is no more myself than the rubber duck I do not own. They will float happily together disregarding their relation to myself as I ponder their existence and my relation to them. I could do that for hours but at some point the body wants out of the bath.

Most amusingly are the arguments that occur between myself and inanimate objects. How is it they seem to me to have personality? Cantankerous machines reflecting their impassionate creators. The product speaks for the producer. My yarn is slipping out again. This hat is very strange and loud. I wouldn't wish it on anyone. So, I'll give it to my mother. She will welcome all my mutant children as things of wounder.

You know it's funny we have three toilets and everyone gets cranky when one is plugged. We are spoiled. Living in the lap of luxury. In fact, it could be argued that three toilets is excessive. Actually, two is luxury, three is decadent and four is unnecessary. Yet I like my privet toilet. I was perturbed to break into the inner sanctum of other house hold members. Often I find myself most disturbed when someone uses my usual bathroom. I wonder at this emotion. It could be that I worry that things will be abused. Often people use my face cleanser as hand soap.

Now I confess that my battle against clutter is not going so well. This may be why things get misused.

It's summer sticky don't want to do much when one is sticky one sticks and that is uncomfortable. On the other hand sitting on ones ass all day is just as bad. I'm totally unmotivated. I only want to lay in front of the fan. Mmmm....yeah.