Baby Blue

How do you feel about introspective measures?
The way you should, of course.
They’re bunk, bogus, unreliable

I could tell you that I’m doing great

That I have a strong and disciplined mind, thankfully, or else I might go mad

That I strung myself in a corner by growing too fond of a muddled idea

That it’s almost like ripping latex from flesh

That, meanwhile, I wrote seven poems

That I’ve waited for rain and need a scarecrow

That I’ve been trying to figure out whose DVDs are who’s, and I delight in the hand labeled ones

That I’m digging “Reflections and Echoes”, the double DVD rockumentary on Pink Floyd. I’m hoping there’s some Floyd here somewhere. Maybe there was a CD, maybe I already loaded it.

- - -UPDATE: the Pink Floyd, the Dark Side of the Moon CD, is actually another, and in my mind, inferior, DVD rockumentary. But that could just be disappointment talking- - -

That I’m wondering what the AM Gold CD is.
It’s molded like a 45, and I wonder if it could be played on a turntable.

It starts with a soft-rock riff,
so I imagine it’s a soft-rock compilation

- - -UPDATE: it’s a sampling of various pop genres of olden songs you can imagine listening to in a 70s convertible, baby blue- - -

- - -UPDATE: you probably have a fro, and a bedazzled jumpsuit, purple with wide lapels, pink with navy trim. Covered in glitter that you probably call fairy dust.

A platform boot stomps on an accelerator, a glove yanks a handbrake, a convertible skids onto the main two-lane blacktop.

Baby Blue bites down on a cinnamon toothpick, releases the brake and rockets into the sunset- - -

- - -UPDATE: there is also Muzak up in here- – -no, wait, it’s brilliant- - -[pouting face]- - -[flushed face]- - -it’s an unobtrusive melody, with innocuous instrumentation, and the only words are a harmonic chorus weaving in from time to time: “you left me just when I needed you most”- - -[sort of unhappy face]- - -[vaguely unhappy face]- - -[crying face]- - -

That yesterday it dawned on me introspection is bunk, bogus, and unreliable.

But how would I know?

[oddly evil and smiling face]

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Franklyn Monk

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