I wrote this as an automatic writing exercise today. I arranged it into a poem.

There is a place the sidewalk ends

at the corner of the street

I fall up and up and down

.

I don't understand the reason of man

this world of fragile imaginary beings

things like us just don't exist

.

I am a multiple

I am us and we are me

we are one together

and play the lute for my reflection

of one of three of six of ten

of all the beings in my head

.

The eyes are pulsing

stabbing the piano keys

and playing me

the eyes

they burn

like a plate of fire

a plate of cheese that holds desire

.

I cannot fathom what the night holds for me

the night of the light of the bubblegum tree

I cannot see what wonders it holds for me

the tree the tree the bubblegum tree

I cannot hunger for another leaf

of bubblegum bubblegum bubblegum sheaths

I cannot comprehend what it plays for me

the rut-tut-tut of the bubblegum tree.