Things To Think About Later

Roast beef on Rye. Pastrami on toast, a Rubin - I only have thinly sliced bologna. Not hungry anyway. Beyond a window, a dog is on my lawn, my mind shouts, surprisingly the dog seems to hear me. I have powers. A record player drops into my mind the vinyl is spinning, the needle is tracing, silence roars on. I sing along. I find an old British sixpenny-bit in Ohio amazing how we all take teleportation for granted now. A door knob rattles, my ears get hairy, am I being paranoid or is this nervous state the result of living alone in my head for too long? This afternoon I will still be here watching my show. You star you. I always did like your eyes they shine like flying saucers. Note. Make the bed before I sleep I wrecked it last night. If I remember, I will consider forgetting all of this.