Reality * 1/22/14

Reality is our experiential entourage.

Reality is only audience participation.

Reality is conclusions as images,

ever so slightly and minutely outdated,

projected on to our 3-d mind-screens,

on the stage we find ourselves standing upon.

Reality is sensorially ‘99 bottles of beer on the wall’         

sung unceasingly until the number is just any number  

and while eventually,                                                           

this humming becomes numbing, we die.                            

Reality is that see thru clock face                                        

we all wear as invisible glasses,                                                timely and facially marking each of our days.                                               Reality is the ocean of habits we row thru                          

on a daily basis getting ourselves from here to there.                    Reality is that slip of the tongue                                            

that turns into something we each hear ourself say.                Reality is all that wrapping paper                                    

either silently applied to be as a gift given                             

or surprisingly received, then torn off                          

with the appropriate compliments as escort to say.   

Reality is so consuming yet deliciously after,                                                 that we use it quite easily and functionally                     

as our substitute for the now . . .