Roadside Attraction

 Just like a curiosity shop,
These collections of words...
Curios and memories,
Both antique and antiqued...
Observations
About time and mind...
Random visitors
From places
Other than here...
Non-local entities
In a non-local universe...
Do I exist without an observer? 
Does quantity of matter 
matter?
Random hits
And a handful of regulars...
Like those signs for 
"The Thing"
Posted every few miles
On a long, flat highway
Traversing arid land...
What you find
Might be simply
A fabrication of reality
Created by the owner...
A cry in the dark 
For someone to notice...
Is it really 
Desiccated flesh,
Or is it plaster of Paris,
Chicken wire, and rags?
Selling
Pieces of gray matter 
In exchange for
The attention of maybe
A half dozen views
On a good day...
But maybe it's worth more than that,
My time,
Things that have to be written down
Out of compulsion 
To express
What's inside
This rusted cage...
A taxidermized half monkey
Sewn to the tail end of a fish?
A hairless coyote with mange 
Passed off as a Chupacabra?
What has starved
In that "have-a-heart" trap?
Plaster of Paris,
And chicken wire,
And rags...