by bob county
A collection of ash in the wind..
I am being lowered onto the Merrill Lynch' bronze bull
that stands in Wall Street. Alex Baldwin is tossing pennies at
the bull. There is a mad orgy in the streets. Lightning strikes
at the merry makers. I can see a face in the black clouds above.
It looks like Mickey Mouse.
I tried to kiss Stephenie Meyer. Her body explodes into a
flock of crows. She stands naked on a moonlit beach.
She is speaking in a high pitch mantra. It sounds like an electric
The sky is black. There are no stars. Only a full moon stands
behind Stephenie. She's moving her mouth, but all I can hear is
the high pitch mantra...
I wake. George is on the radio with a female Zen priest.
She is praying her mantra in that strange sound,
Hmm. Maybe some oat meal will hit the spot.