Monday, May 2, 2016


The scheduled dream was so dull --
It was about auto maintenance
And the importance of eating soup --
That I had intended to sleep through it.
But you strode in and the carburetors
Stopped singing about mangel-wurzel
To stare. Having taken leave of the Academy
You were masked and dressed as a luchadore
With great multi-colored wings such as Raphael
Might give an angel sent to ask Mary
Out for a night on the town. The catalog in my lap
Proved, when I looked, to be a fight card
The main event in capital letters
And rebellious serifs trying to strangle them:
I coughed feathers for nearly a week afterwards.

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