To get inside people’s head

Outside my existence
though inside my sense-experience
lies a table within a jungle of sound

Objects of being
in their own phenomenon
their existence is confusing
they just present themselves
with no meaning

Just there
but words and a kind of interaction
presents a way forward
as I am a phenomenon also

Its a fascinating subject

Wooden table faded a green bottle
of used wine
various objects female paraphernalia
large teardrop bulbous glass with
w somerset leaning over wordsworth
on a lower rack

A table of scattered confusion
inanimate objects
sense is one thing
existence another

The greatest thing is you don’t have to be a head doctor
we all give head

With a wave of soft music
a sandstorm of a table
shell ashtray that i’ve not used

Some empty wine
white and crimson with
evolution on the stereo

Rent book and comic book
distractions both
solvent on the table

How do we perceive again and again
do we put things together as before
do we understand what we see
or is interpretation a guise?

The same image can be perceived in many
different ways
life is not a jigsaw puzzle its more
complicated
subjective reality means we cannot answer for
you, them, they
so yes interpretation is just a guise