Note From My Interdimensional Self

There’s a venue in the eighth variable of third cycleChicago, twenty-two degrees from the secondaryparallel block of Wacker Drive, that you might enjoy.It’s called Round Trip. You might run into GeorgeHarrison. He plays “Circles” on the mellotron. He thinksthis is funny. Try to be casual, he’ll expect you.You’re really busy when you sleep. Drink more water.The last time you went to Peru, you were asleep.Limes caught on fire and everyone cheered.The cat’s been playing with John Lennon again.You’ll be seeing an archangel soon. See if you canget a kiss out of him or at least a hug.Don’t be alarmed if you wake and your legsare vibrating. If you fall an inch or soyou’ll just land on the comforter.Dance with Cole Porter the next timeyou’re in Peru. Those lemons are actually limes.When you’re in the vicinity of angels,drink light beer. They’ll appreciate the humor.I understand: the woes of the world are trenchesof stagnant water and sad-eyed carp.I get it. We are working on a solution.When you can, be the set of hands that reachesand transfers the writhing carp from the fetid creekinto fresh water. They’ll fight you. They’ll think you’re tryingto kill them. Part of the answer to all is Funkadelic.Watch “Cosmic Slop” if you need more proof.If you notice something spinning in your periphery,it’s because I’ve put a tuning fork in our orbit.No word yet on the spoon.Larkspur Orchid Azalea: Love One Another.Love All Your Selves.Breathe such flowersinto the world.