disorientation play

When you forget where you are
and come in from the dark
into your dark house
with your glass half full

of you've forgotten what,

There's an amazing moment
when you take a huge drink
while your unprepared mouth
has to figure it out.

I love when this is.
I love playing tricks
so easy to fool
one's body and mind

without even trying
in fact, I don't.

Interpreting shift
sensation and fit
flooding into the brain's little grooves
while your mind plays with patterns,

of flip and flit, pushing pulling in
tastes and sounds,
shapes - flashing sequence of colorcode light

making figure and ground, leaving
retinal stains that fade
redshifting to black,
gazing up at one spot

on a cloud

for hours,
or so

the whole sky
streaks with flat pulsing shine
and throb, and change
or

the bark of a tree, or

a statue of buddha
turns into a saint

persistence of vision makes all come alive

ok sometimes I try. O,
sometimes I do

Like the music that came in from under the fridge
that I noticed one time, and ever since heard

if I'd lie on the floor in the living room
a particular zone
by acoustics trick, every shuffling click
and rattle and hum and moan aligns
into some kind of tune

over rhythm unique, with choruses rock
bop, popping along

through chords
that you've never heard,
but they work! And the rhythm repeats
in a cycle no skip no fail
even though

it's no kind of rhythm from any song
that you ever heard before.

It works! I remember trying to figure out
for the longest time, whose radio's on?
Go outside - where's the band playing from?
No it's gone! Go inside - it's gone.

Lie back down to read - where's this fucking
crazy band?!

All along. The goddamn fridge. How cool was this?
There's elves in there.

Let it play,
play on