Speedy Gonzalez and I

I am the cat on the moon.
I am the sea that bordered my neighbourhood when I was young,that clamoured with ship-lights and spilt harsh grey into the blue horizon.
I am a hundred years and a thousand unspoken words all into one.
I am the deepest trenches of a split,quartered and seamed heart,rustling with dry leaves and strumming the wind.
I am a small,inobtrusive bundle of letters in a rain-chewed notebook with a picture of a cat in a fishbowl on it.
I am an armful of glass,bone,silver and plastic bangles that spell a lullaby for every godforsaken morning I wake up to.
I am a believer in the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.The ideology of a million spot reduced to nothingness.
I am the song that flew into my window this morning,and settled in a cloud of dust.
I am that layer of brown which paints the inside of a bone-white china tea-cup.
I am the Mean Green Amrikan Switt Corn eating machine.
I am constantly put off by battalions of che gueveras asking me "Why so serious?" when the Dark Knight released a few meaningless centuries ago.

I am here and you are there,and my words go into nowhere with the rush of Speedy Gonzalez....