Day: January 17, 2025

Dreaming, I escaped through a house

On a train. Drinking, I floated to the

Top of the morning. Bellevue instead

Of Berkeley, as you wish. Give me a

Slice of cake and a couple scoops of

Ice cream. Down the hatch. I don’t

Know where this yellow submarine is

Going.

I feel so solid. Permanent. Oozing

Cement from every pore. Sliding from

A shovel to a hole. What shall I do?

Oh, what shall I do? I like plants.

Maybe I could hold a plant. Maybe I

Should start my own restaurant. Or

Maybe a board game store. Hell,

Maybe I’ll buy a football team. With

What money, you might ask? All that

I’ve saved up from taking orders as a

Pizza delivery person. Yes, I deliver

Pizzas in style, driving a Rolls Royce.