Conversation over my Corpus (callosum)

Really don't know what to say....that has not been said before.

Sometimes inspiration comes in song.....but the 'real-life' weighs

heavily on the right-brain's attempt to find beauty and hope.


The left-brain says, "come on motherfucker...when is the last time she

even showed up." Right-brain says, "well, we agree on that sore

point--it has been two years." Left-brain, "so, face it, most of the

world, except rich people that can afford to be artists, accept the

consensual reality as the only thing that matters."


Right-brain, "what is your point?" Left-brain, "that whatever her fascination with you two

years ago, it appears moot--according to the press, she is still married

and living in SoCal!" Right-brain, "uh, yeah." Left brain, "so face it

you're a loser and you stand no chance with this person! How long

will you persist in being a fool, a joke?!"


Right-brain, "you have a point there, left-brain,

like Carrie Fisher's title of her last show, I guess

it's just like 'Wishful drinking.'" Left-brain, "so you had better face the

facts and give up this Quixotic quest and minimize your losses, which

have been ENORMOUS!"


Right-brain, "this may sound like rationalization,

which is supposed to be your bailiwick, lefty, but at least Yoko Ono opens the

email I send her, and sends me special songs back--you'd think if someone

THAT famous acknowledges my existence than the Dark Lake woman would

as well, logical no?" Left-brain, "as Devil's advocate I must say, 'has it happened

yet?', eh right-brain, eh, dreamer?" Right-brain, "some things are WAY beyond

logic." Left-brain, "tell THAT to her alter-ego!" Right-brain, "fuck you!" Left-brain,

"ha! I reduce you to ad hominem attacks, another fallacy of logic, thus proving you

are out of reasonable answers to explain your actions." Right-brain, "like I said, dill-fuck,

some things are beyond logic, Vulcan or otherwise--they exist, yet no logical, rational

explanation can be found--believe me I have tried, and you know it."


Left-brain, "yeah I can't say you haven't tried." Right-brain, "perhaps only miracles

like me and her together can only occur in more magical

locales, like Amsterdam..." Left-brain, "yeah, well, you

pitiful bastard--do you think you'll EVER have the dough to get your sorry ass back over

there? Ha!" Right-brain, "anyone ever tell you that you are one cruel motherfucker?"

Left-brain, "yeah, but wake up doofus, so is the rest of the whole bloody world--except

soft-hearted do-gooders like you, that are only meant to be walked on by the rest of us."

Right-brain, "a prayer for the dying!"