Stationary Unicycle

infused with a heady mix of adrenalin and caffeine. if seen from a distance the landscape seems to waver daily events cup reality and unreality like a mirage Is this a real thing Is this a not real thing The young woman sitting in front of me wears a loosely knit black sweater  a hint of silver thread like Christmas tinsel woven with the yarn  Her tanned shoulders exposed,  epaulettes  In negative space.

A man walks into a bar. But it's not a bar. It's a jail. Or a church. I forget A library maybe. A man walks into a jail. Not a bar. A man walks into a church. Or a school. Not a bar. A man walks, not into a bar. A man walks. A man walks into something. It's a hole. It's an ocean. Or a hole Or a hole in the ocean. I don't remember. It doesn't matter. I don't think it really matters. A man walks into a bar. Only It's not a bar.