MY TANGERINE DREAM
HAS GONE LOCAL
The pinball machine shouts 'Tilt' but I haven't touched
a thing. That Lionel Train has gone flying off the
tracks, but I was nowhere near it at all. Slot cars,
transformers, little puffs of smoke, and a mini-sized
fake billboard for Ivory Flakes. Makes me think of
nothing really. Maybe as a kid, things like this mattered.
Don't step on the cracks. Break your mother's back.
The segmented orange, and the tangerine. The slow
exhaustion of that perfect peel; a job well-done, if
done carefully. And one with much satisfaction.