Tomatoes In My Mind

"Raindrops are coming down, fires are starting now, earthquakes are breaking in, tornadoes in my mind, a hurricane I find"

The lyric is not a reference to 2012.
I am jumbled. All jumbled up in my mind. The little one and her good friend both thought I said "tomatoes in my mind" when listening to the demo. Well, either way, it feels the same.
A vision of hundreds of thousands of tomatoes raining down on me, flyin in my face ala Ann Margaret. I would love to crush one right now.

She's a genius. Ann. What a scene. I wish I had a white room and a sequined gown and one million ripe tomatoes spraying against me. At least I'd feel something exact.
Like I said I'm jumbled today.

Stew me.
I would love to be cooked.
I would love to be at least half way done.
There's nothing more ambiguous than the beginnings of tomato stew.
The colors are not quite deep. The smells haven't burst and there is much waiting to be endured before the deep rush of red comes calling.

This is that day. The kind of day that makes no sense. I'm waiting at The Green House for something to happen but all that is "happening" is a demi cafe, too many camels and Rosa in the background talking loudly to El Salvador.

Fifteen hours to go.
Not a vegetable in site.

Tomatoes in my mind.