They say
I played
at your party last night
and that it was one
Hell of a bash.

I'm sorry I could not attend

I had my own party going on,
and none of you were invited.

I'm sorry
if requests
were not fulfilled.
I usually focus upon
the ones that are yelled the loudest,
and those were coming from inside my head;
Screaming, "Play what the hell you wanna play !"

The brain is like a sponge.

Oh yeah,

and often it needs rinsing.
When submerged, all sorts
of crud tends to rise to the surface.

Memories dart by,
like a rabbit in the headlights
on a foggy highway.

The rabbit always disappears
and I can never clearly see
where it or I are going.

I'm rambling

I need sleep

Oh yeah,

I need to write a note.

"If you must wake me...
make sure you put my
sunglasses on me
before you shake me,
and wake me no earlier
than twenty minutes after
the new coffee maker
has gotten out of bed."

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