-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”  breaking my heart again.

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

I know this pose. Wait a minute. It’s Beyonce’s pose! 

3.

Meanwhile, the wrenching "Kindertotenlieder" continues sinking

into the depths of my sensibilities 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 which is

the required "personal statement" I've attached to close my application

for a "MacArthur Genius Grant".