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Memory Lane's Infested
and stranger insects came to take their places among the fliers and the crawlers that constitute your mind's airwave traffic
(when you were maybe lonely)
and quite possibly reminiscing
(and probably inconsolable)
and before, you thought they had dropped from the sky or crawled down their holes to die after you waved a dismissing hand
(when you were maybe drunk)
and quite possibly in love
(and probably indestructible)
and all that time you spent laughing and believing in control of the present and the future in fantasy, long agos incubated -waited
(when you were maybe happy)
and quite possibly shiny-eyed
(and probably not insincere either)
and after the season shifted to stagnant heat again you found just yourself, and no solitude while forgotten chrysalises opened below
(when you were maybe writing)
and quite possibly in a dream
(and probably near insipid)
and stranger insects came to take their places among the fliers and the crawlers that constitute your mind's airwave traffic
Whoa--this is heavy! I like the format--parenthetical expressions and all! The title really nails it home, too. I can't help but think of this as a song . . . maybe along the lines of something from Vertical Horizon or SR71 (although I'm sure there's others). It could even be something from the later Wilco albums or even latter-day Paul McCartney (I'm thinking of the Wings-era or shortly thereafter because of the heavy use of metaphor).
stephen,this is awesome and i know lots of people like this!!its a very common problem and you captured it ingeniously,ttyl?!