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.