drunken alphavomitus

i’ve been the dreamer of many a
twisted dream
composed of various elements and
unrelated characters
usually mulled over on my commute to work
then forgotten

last night’s was no different in
it’s general progression
only in it’s variety of characters
and situations
i’d be afraid to hear what a psychologist
would think of my dreams

here goes in relative order:
trick-or-treating, taliban,
beheading, persian girl,
shackles, barred door,
urination, john goodman, defecation

Ok, it gets better:
motorcycle, highway, air conditioner repair,
some gay guy, my old boss Randy,
Bukowski, black hooker, cigarettes,
marijuana, pine needles, instantaneous sunrise

it all peters out here:
great day proclamation, leather jacket,
riding wheelies and the realization that I
am supposed to be at work but somehow
it just doesn’t matter now