Meditation, Hollywood
Exiting the Sunset 5 movie theater,
Leaving David Lynch's world again,
I saw an Inland Empire movie ticket
Ripped to shreds at the top of the escalator,
Scattered in abstract perfection,
All sides facing up.
"Someone decimated their ticket in a fit of rage,"
I said, smiling,
His plans again foiled.

Tonight at home I stick my ticket
Centered in the corkboard map of my world
Above the workspace,
Next to your picture
And yours and mine.

Light gathers in the dark,
Projects

"I see us coming round,"
If let

I let