We made an attempt
to categorize the mind.
There were sprockets
and valves, neck ties
and stains.
Oh, the stains!

The filigree chiseled
into the iron kinks
suggested nothing more
than a wandering,
braggadocios audiophile;
searching for vinyl cleaning solution
in the Venusian twilight.

In an attempt to clear
his prehistoric browsing history,
he reaches for the rat poison
and summons a glass from the maid.

09/26/2016