when we move through life like it is
smoke and glass and water
- anything but free air, fresh air, pure air -
and pick up scattered pieces of each other
and never wonder
about how we broke apart
instead always simply pressing them together
to make shapes
- round peg, square hole; sound familliar? -
that are assymetrical and while aesthetically pleasing
(in that subjective way gestalt loves)
we completely miss the point of it all.
at least in my opinion
which matters about as much as the dust
from the back of a wing
on a butterfly
who is heaving through summer
and tentatively sipping dew from a morning glory
because one drop on her leg will weigh her down enough
to prevent flight.

warm beer and cold women

i woke up to find the city caked in several feet of solid ice. if our door had opened outwards we wouldn't have been able to leave. people were wandering around outside, confused. it was like a great glacier had come in the night. the only thing that really sucked about it was that we had no power or heat. so we were trying to figure out how to keep warm in the new ice age. leon went into the basement to bust out his coleman propane stove and i started to mix up some pancakes. the kids put on their boots and went whooping outside to slide around. they could play all they wanted, anywhere, because the ice was too thick and deep for cars to get around. as i was cooking, a knock came on the door and a beautiful woman asked to take refuge in our home, since there was no way for her to get to her house in the city. i said of course and took her in, but by that evening i could see i made a terrible mistake, because she was flirting with and fawning all over leon, who was so dopey about it, it infuriated me. she started pulling some attitude on me, as though she really believed that she could usurp my position of 'head woman' in this household, so i literally picked her up and threw her out the front door, chucking a cold pancake after her. she slid a long ways on all that ice. when i told leon this dream as we both woke up a little while ago, he said, "she'll go far." heh.

the chains of babylon

last night i dreamed that i was part of angel's detective agency. yes, that angel. we were confronted with a large scary demon who demanded vegan cupcakes, or she/he/it would devour the world. 1500 of them. presented to him/her/it in less than 72 hours. of course the entire team looked to me to help soothe the savage beast with goodies, and of course i was certainly up for the challenge. it was nice to have angel relying on me. i could see in his eyes that if i saved the world he'd worship at my feet, and possibly cover my body in sweet, sweet "good vampyre" kisses. i started baking right away, chocolate cupcakes, and that was when i figured out this was an anxiety dream. when the first batch came out of the oven they were horribly unleavened looking, gummy, and entirely unappetizing. i put in a second batch, but when i opened up the oven to take them out, the cupcake tins were gone and all that were left were three ENORMOUS cupcakes that had not cooked properly...burned all to hell on the outside, lopsided, with giant collapsed-in tops and holes in the center. angel was so disappointed. i decided that "good vampyre" kisses maybe weren't so hot after all and told him and the gang to make their own fuckin vegan cupcakes, because i was going out to enjoy my last 72 hours on earth, not spend it in an ill-equipped kitchen with a bunch of pretty boys and girls hovering nervously over me. they begged me to stay but i told them to "talk to the hand" and walked out.