In my dream I’m heading down Columbus Avenue and take a quick detour into the Polish supermarket: the aisles are stacked with produce until they are a maze of interlaced onions, celery and red cabbage.
In my dream
In my dream I cross Broadway towards the video store.”Who puts a monkey on a soldier?”
In my dream
In my dream I feel the air rushing through my jaws.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I am seated down front for a production of “Applause”. The bathrooms are cruisy but only have white sailcloth dividers, so I’m flushing the toilet with my foot. A neighbor displays journals and self burned CDs on a small table during intermission.
In my dream
In my dream my bustling and chattiness makes David Lee Roth joke with me and then offer to give me a kiss.
In my dream
In my dream we are outdoors preparing their wedding.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream the toys are cardboard backed blister packs that contain piles of greasy black plastic guns.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I’m heading home through downtown and trying to figure out what cheap food I’m going to indulge in. The pleasure I envision is tinged with the pornographic.
In my dream
In my dream there are two of us attending the seminar in secret. We are getting ready to compare notes.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream another art professor carries a giant pole, festooned in trash, along Mission.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I can’t bring myself to complete the drawing, or get dressed.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I’m in the garden for a few minutes before it becomes clear that I’m there for a trial before the academic council and will probably be fired.
Me when they play my jam

In my dream
In my dream I cut a slice off of the loaf, spread it with butter and change the record with my tentacle. I’ve been sleeping in the snow in a borrowed silk robe. I may have got shit on the hem.