by Phil Williams
whither you come from
the magic eight-ball
i venture into something, it's a mind-blower, but i gotta keep it under wraps for j-rand.
see: i had envisioned a wry conversation/transcription that was intertwined. red-vines
and mr. pibb; chronicles.
adjacent antecedent (i.e. addendum): the spatial discrepencies had been a problem, but
the chronological shifting was downright vexing. first it was 2004, then 2007, then 2003,
the years and specific dream ramblings resemble a rorschach test; it's another brick in
the wood desired chasing, and the family desired spaghetti. sorry, but my thoughts get
confused, like waves in the midnight surf. german balloon aka led zeppelin: it parks its
dreams @ ground zer0. eros may have called, but failed to identify himself, leading me
to this shell of thoughts. it could be an atkins of fiction.
outra-verted, a word i wordlessly think when i encounter 'yar.' i consider the rivulet to
my s(l)ide, but conclude she's w/ the tall man. i'm obviously hallucinating. the police
have arrived and i've simply said the word 'plant.'
realizing i had entered a house of mirrors and drugs, i texted j. still and nick s. they
were part of my cleaning crew in the mid 90's. i suddenly understand that i'm alone and sweating,
in a basement, no shaman. the disorientation slowly dissipates and my carb-stricken mind intuits
the next phase may require an umbrella, inverted.
Had a tryst with an Asian named Snow Mae at some party or night club. Ray or Phil might've been there. I was completely trashed; met this girl; thought she was hot and we left together. I was aware of my infidelity but said fuckit. I do not remember what we did, if anything. We … Continue reading Snow Mae
Trying to remember the combo of a lock but I could not. Rebecca Gordon. Deep dish pizza. Taking a class somewhere. Getting a paycheck. Enough for a Roth? Also, Will Randall. He was trying to find me. He came to my house but I acted like I wasn't there. I thought he was going to … Continue reading Thresh-hold: A Flying Dream
Big thread I recall was me (and perhaps Brook and Ray but maybe just me) surrounded by a setting of war. Either civil war or invasion of the homeland. I/we went on something of a recon mission but maybe we were just trying to get away from where we were. Anyhow, we got caught. They … Continue reading "Yeah, you’ve got an egg in there for protein, that’s good. But… ."
by the cbw I'm not feelin' you The way I wanted to (existential clues) Where is that grindin, And my soul asks why? Cake means two things And I ain't eating Like a man w/o a mic Or a pulpit, soapbox; Pursuing moby dick. Q: give me a coffin So I cannot be Lonely, on … Continue reading Carbon imprints
by the cbw Dreams set on recycle Rinse, but not quite repeat Corner, cornea: my eyes seem askew Lost in mazes of my sub- Basement; flooded by torrential tears A race is on but I overslept. Step by leap by bound, I try to recover If a penny was collected by Charon I’d be an unconsciousMillionaire and happy to … Continue reading Lasers
by the cbw helicopters, distant hammering, trees rustlin, plants tussling, a crack-house green-house, dirty white chairs, car engines, pots, pans being pounded, faint TV (very faint), craigs list furniture, ants, a dangerous looking hammock nestled in the ominous shadow, some pot, some water, some sot who sought to wrought a write under a rotten umbrella, … Continue reading distinct observations of the 1st kind