Whitish

lying mid-dazed, on the great floor beside the double double-hung window i lounge, and snooze - sun-warmed lizard and realize i hear the sounds of crickets; a stridulation of exo-legs bowed growing out of the lush grazing of daydream knowing that, it being mid-winter i cannot actually hear any of family Gryllidae as they are all gone to egg and awaiting the warmth of spring solstice ahhhh...the game is afoot, or, a leg up tinnitus is such an interesting sensation like catching a faint whiff of smoke or nutmeg or seeing that certain Irish green that is so hard to describe exactly, what it is, and why it touches you eyes closed i see his hind legs, like a warming steam-engine, slowly spinning wheels before it gets full traction, his compound eyes shining down his track dozing, i hear the whoooosh of the steam as the engineer pulls levers and water drips from cups to brass plates below...is it real brass? this liquid/gas world in my head, or just another encumbered dream from under activated otologic nerves expressing their voices, their cochlear art © Goode Guy 2012-11-26 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tinnitus