Sunday, April 09, 2006

Dream

Rumsfeld and I are in a rocketship together. Stars fly past the window.

He is eating a bowl of cottage cheese. He pushes his glasses up his nose.

"Why don't you crawl up here on my lap, Shimmy?"

"Don't touch me. Don't even think about it."

Lush tropical plants everywhere in the rocketship control room. Somehow I know we've passed Mars already.

"I kill all life on earth," Rumsfeld says.

His dachshund, Reggie, climbs a palm tree. I'm staring at a gray iguana with red fins running down its spine. I want to go snorkeling with Guy Debord.

I wake up in the dark on Tony's computer chair. The night-owl El train rumbles out the window.

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