Call 911

Monday, July 11, 2011

Dream of an arrow & the palpable world it will make here. “Even that suffering
*    *    *

I showed you in my dance, let it be called a mystery”
He wasn’t with the police, just an ordinary man, climbing down through

gnarled metal shelvings, his arms gore & scarring / help, they cry, wrists
he reached. “I feel no guilt for what I’ve done (a bleeding head), it was right

then & it’s right now” (a bleeding trunk). Lay me on a stretcher, I tried to thank
God carries you through. Have you prayed a prayer? Have you

(I can pray one with you . . . would you like to pray one now): even though
it might seem distant—Nepal, nirvana, Voyager—we live for you the best we can. Waiting

again for a prophet, I think we still have magic, we just
don’t. “I thought I was going to die. We collapsed. Honestly,

I honestly did. It made
no sound whatsoever, it just disappeared.”


Motivational speaker faces attempted murder charges.
Yellow bird. If the bird is deceased, the dreamer is worried—and warned.

Friday, July 1, 2011