I dreamt of a movie, where i was a supporting role
my brother was there
and i had to drive a bus.
I passed many cops that saw nothing wrong in a tiny girl driving a bus
with no seat belt on.

I was at a shop and spent every last dollar i had on ice cream
the number was built with 1's and 6's after i slid a card through a slot
my brother, too bought this ice cream
but his number was composed of all numbers.

the ice cream was a special blend of chocolate
and it was in a cone
i remember a mob chasing me before i woke up,
my hand wrapped around an imaginary cone
and i licked the air furiously

it's already tomorrow,
but i haven't slept yet.
i wanted to sleep hours ago but now that i'm free to
...i cannot

See, i have all these thoughts in my head about the world
and the earth
and everything beyond or inside that.

I want to know everyone in the world
i also want to know myself better

I want to learn about space and gods and trees
i want to see the stars up close

I'm starting to cry only because i know
i never will see or learn or meet what/who i crave.

I guess i'll go to bed now
and think this over in the morning.

If I stare long enough into the plaster,
the smudges of dirt-stained punches and food splatter
They begin to move inward--spiraling
Faster the more blankly I stare.

The walls waver, and I'm convinced they will fall.
The carpet waves and melts together
The floor is made of lava and I cannot stand.
I laugh at nothing funny.

I feel my hands and look at the two handfuls of fingers I have.
I wiggle my toes and dicsect my shoe to extract a foot
Inspecting, the foot feels detached and big--i hug it.

My legs and arms are heavy,
My eyes fall to the floor, rolling
And my pants are too tight
Then suddenly,
I feel free
Until a voice echoes at me:
"Come back and put some pants on!"

On a long car ride home,
I'll lean into my backpack and jacket and nap...
but before i fall asleep,
i look out the back window, up into the cold dead sky
and watch as the clouds move above me.

I'll wake up an awkward 20 minutes later with a kink in my neck
and some lines from seams in my cheek.

The radio plays oldies
that the driver knows all the words to,
and i've heard too many times.
I imagine the same song
being played off the same record
over
and over
every time it was heard
and think about use and age and wear and tear
then rips in reality
then movies and the matrix
and the force
and all the forces that weigh us down...
like gravity
responsibility or obligation.

I wouldn't be in this car if it wasn't for force.
I wouldn't be in many situations if it wasn't for force.

I imagine how different i would be
or how different everyone would be
if it wasn't for the push of civilization
or money and being proper.

My face like a thunderstorm.

The thin cotton surrounds
your shivering body, falling
limply a little too high as you sleep.
Skin exposed:
soft as the hair above your neck, draping
over the quilt you lay
on top of.

I watch as a small twitch shocks
your fingers then moves
to your toes and nose, and disturbs
the gentle silence.

I crawl next to you, trying
not to wake
my beautiful sleeper,
because your dreams
are far too precious for them to end now.

Woof woof, arf.
Food, woof arf arf.
Wuff wooooo wooo

Arf arf,
Outside! Walk!? WRUF
Woof woof arf aaawooo

Woof arf--
Cuddles arf arf...
Arf woof aroof!

Let's go! Woof!