Come Together Again and Again

It happens all too often; I hear a song playing in my
head, lyrics and unique melody advance from one
neuron to the next, that rhythm of words set to
epic beat which then glides like air-borne fluff
along corpus callosum*, alternating between
left brain and right brain.
This is a musical
happening that lingers like swarming gnats
inside the poor, unassuming cranium to go on,
and on, and recur as if the repeat button has duct tape
over it.  Lately is has been, Come Together, a John Lennon
mainstay from Abbey Road.  Groovin’ up slowly, choo-choo eyeballs,
holy roller.  I hear these phrases now as if someone has their lips
to my ear, and I feel their hot breath as they speak,
clear and precise.

Know this for sure: I am not picking
on the song at all.  No, it could be any song.
But the issue I do address is the, “sticking around,”
and the, “wearing out its welcome,” the permanent waves,
so to speak, wherein it becomes a life form unto itself and, yes,
it then becomes no more than a threadbare squatter on the 
landscape of gray matter.

Ear passages have been blocked, nasal pathways have been stuffed,
eye ducts have been dammed and thus the song is imprisoned
along the rutted and convoluted surfaces of cerebral cortex. 
Hence, it plays to keep from dying, such presumptuous
tune of skull keep, and it exercises its creative lilt, its
basic existence inside this enchanted loom that is
the brain, this three pound universe which is the
human mind.  Come together, right now, over
me.  Clear, as sound, as Orion is to sight on
winter’s clearest nighttime presentation. 
Images flash, like Lennon and Yoko,
and the Beatles on the roof.

A rhythm enduring in refrain, an encore
of ballad or glee ditty trapped to plunder ease
from among inner sanctuaries personalized by selection.
Sometimes it occurs, yes, this insistence of song so determined
to keep at it as if a desperate waif, or a hungry little Oliver
saying, “Please sir, I want some more.”


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*Corpus Callosum...a broad band of nerve fibers joining
  the two hemispheres of the brain.