Wittgenstein’s Beetle

The director wants a hep scene —

She wants a kit as hep you

The princess of chiaroscuro calm

Striking vindictive notes on a white piano

I better may as well try and break

A five spot appaloosa so you can ride

The palomino rocking horse

Wobbling down this wind-spit page

I may as well break

That cedar cigar box you’re hugging

And see what’s inside if you let me

Know what’s in yours

You'll know what’s in mine

The director wants to see the street

We’re walking down she wants to see

The sea that sobs to us

We understand that we were once
Everything these lazy flamingos applaud
All things ecstatic and sadly savage 

We understand the presence of one

State of mind 
Requires many states of mind

A network of conditions — a structure —

A system — a causal architecture —

Physical processes framed as information

Far fountains wrinkle our white brow

I’m swinging now and changing inside

O I’ll show you inside my box

If you show me inside yours

The director wants

A machine that makes meaning

A little box in which we might find

A little bit of alright in there