If only I could remember my dreams

*This is written just as I wake up
I’m not losing my mind or drugged up
…but that’s what they all say.

 

3/30/03:

            Organza orgasma. Feeling like knuckle bait on an afterglow mallet ma. Cornball conifer questionnaire all but where’s good. Wanna know? Let your lingers do the balking, you don’t need to know.

Walking stalk now way up outta the ground. Shocks, springs, rotor and rhododendrons are here somewhere too. Sun. No sun.

That M&M rhyme thing. He’d rhyme window with doe if the funny stray had lost his way, gimma appladay for a dogcatcher with a backscratcher, lying down on a stretcher. Leg on a peg, etc. Saran wrap.

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