last night’s dream
(originally posted 10/1/2016)
(at the end of a very odd dream I find myself suddenly on a stool in a black turtleneck in front of a finger-snapping crowd of poetry enthusiasts with a single light shining upon me and I recite the following)
Nobody told me not to inflate the balloons filled with cocaine in my stomach.
I am a human piñata.
Shrieking Mexican children with their noses in my ass.