The imagination is always misplaced.
But you got what key you got.
Not changing a thing.
Stick it up a pickle tree or in your knee.
Maybe get it stung by a bee.
It’s always getting lost.
Brainstorm a bit but won’t get you that far.
Can’t be chosen or recreated.
It gets stuck in a hole when you’re down in deep thinking.
Because Doctor Imagination says no today.
Can I try to remake my imagination?
I could. I would. I should.
Oh but then again you get what you got.
Katonah, New York
