Waiting ( for Dino )

[the mingo]

I think my brain is some kind of cranial implant and before it was put in my head my skull housed fields bounded by forest & some stone walls that were only high enough to keep cattle in or out. There were people there too, guys & girls but it wern't a musical except you could see it that way. There were outhouses and they were scary. Some of the grown-ups would talk about old wars once in awhile. Girls were there. It's all changed since my brain was put in. I mean some of the stuff that was there before is now inside my brain but it's not what it was. I mean the conductor is some guy called vitamin B-12 who works construction & drives a bulldozer he calls Picasso. When the inside of my skull was fields & forest Vitamin C was like a president and fluoride was his go-to guy whenever a problem came up. Vitamin C didn't control the place but he kinda ran it. Vitamin B-12 don't "run" the place but every one goes to him when they got something going on. One day B-12 drove his bulldozer into the lake and went underwater and built a whole place down there that you could live in if you wanted. I've never been but folks say it's like a city with streets & stores & radio stations. If you are up above & put your radio right next to a drainpipe you can sometimes pick up the radio stations under the lake. The DJ down there never says the name of the song that's playing or who sings it and that pisses me off when I hear one I like and want to know where I can buy it so I can listen to it whenever I want and nobody knows why this is but it don't stop the days from coming. You can see the loons sometimes dive down to the underwater place and when they come back up they laugh out loud. B-12 taught some folks how to fly too by raising their legs off the ground at the knee and they float and they move around by using their brain or heart like a sail. I'd like to learn that but B-12 has gone off to invent the sun & said he'd be back when he was done.

So I'm waiting.