it ain’t about you

something's been nagging me,
it ain’t about you,
even though you think so

he can put himself deep inside our minds,
and can hang with anyone,
sharing the understanding,
the mining of memories, dreams
and irrational juxtaposition that
we attribute to the best of them,

the most surreal episode is the one in which
the clairvoyant charmer got drunk in a calamity,
zooms off into a hallucination of blaring trombones,
pink elephants, of course, morphing blobs and
infinite regressions, you have never seen anything
to approach it, and neither has anybody else,
this is not a trivial accomplishment

see, i knew you would think it is about you,
but it ain’t

time is on his side

as i walked out of his room,
i mutter that makes more sense
(now, that is about you)