-Tuning-in to Mahler, but daydreaming of Beyonce-

1.

Everything’s moving slowly.

System says: not enough memory.

I need disc space.

Let’s cull some photos from the crowd

squatting in digital stasis.

It's just a quick click, hold, drag, and delete away.

But wait!

There’s Mahler posing, and looking good.

Gotta keep Mahler.

In fact, let’s give a listen, shall we? –– Slip

a silvery platter into the slick machinery.

2.

It’s the “Kindertotenlieder.”

But there’s something curious in Gustav’s pose.

I know this pose. Wait a minute.

It’s Beyonce’s pose! But where’s Beyonce?

My god! What have I done?

3.

Meanwhile, it's the wrenching "Kindertotenlieder" sinking

into the depths of my sensibilities as Beyonce’s image is recovered.

And because I’m listening to Mahler, but daydreaming of Beyonce,

it seems to reason that I can also walk and chew gum at the same time

the fact of which I'll add to my application for a MacArthur Genius Grant.

the morning of: 7/10/20