
five white birds flying
in a perfect line
at night
right above me
illuminated from within
my last three cigarettes:
a slug crawled into the box
and slimed them.
day 1:
the 405 hawk
over the 101
night
dreamed painters came
and painted everything
it looked good
but closer inspection
revealed paint inside
drawers, and other places
it wasn't supposed to be.
and what's more, they
had stolen all my good
jewelry and replaced it
with gumdrop machine crap.
i was so sad;
they are valuable, but
more importantly
baubles from grandparents
and parents, given with love,
which is really why they sparkle,
and why the dream was
disturbing.
then all the people
in the world
luuuved me
and were calling me
luuuvey duvey
all the time.
then on day 3
the universal hawk
is soaring,
from the fifth floor
of the parking structure
i see this, and
when i emerge on the ground
i see it still,
and it follows
my eye until i approach
the building where i work.