at daybreak

the seahorse carousel of hollywood movie ideas circumvents space and laughs in your face. Every cafe in this town serves microwaved eggs. I swallow an oatmeal life to contrast the colorful world surrounding. A nearly blind gentleman stares nose to screen and speaks crystal clear, probably the smartest guy in this town. This town. If I was in Ireland, I'd be another dirt road musician. Hawaii, a fat man playing ukulele on his porch. French Revolution, an imprisoned melodramatic or poet sadist. Arctic, a smiling beluga whale. Cold, cold, go north grow berries. Warm, warm, south avocados. Cultivating the earth provides the magic. The time is ripe. The fruit will fall. Everything into the soil, to grow again.