i dreamt last night a sickness spread among us.
the skies seemed to want us dead. the world had ceased
its turning and all fences had fallen down. the rooves
had blown off of all of your favorite record stores.
your tires were flat and there was nothing you could do
about it. see? i can play god, too. my heart stopped beating
at 2:16am and they put me back together in under two minutes
and thirteen seconds. they didn’t understand that i liked it better
the way things were before. where’s tommy? where’s tommy?
where’s tommy? it’s not a big deal, i guess, but i can’t pronounce
mommy. just could you make sure she’s here next time, please?