:Deadly Dreams: / :The Most Dangerous Earth of All: / :Runaway Room: / :Hedging: / :World’s Finest: / :Battle Against the Bodiless Uniform:
Each of my friends has crazy-whack dreams:
Green dreams himself into a field,
one hundred thousand blades of grass relying on him;
Red dreams he is a fish;
my female friend dreams of flying free
through the air, no visible plane to separate her from sky;
Blue claims his dreams are completely realistic,
& offer him neither release or solace;
my dream is of a giant gladiator, fist cocked
to knock me into next week but who never moves,
a constant threat to keep me in line.
:The Most Dangerous Earth of All:
On account of his earnest & up-standing nature,
his do-good intentions, Green often finds himself
at war with himself. He described it to me once:
“It is like I have two brains in my head, one that tells me
to build a bridge that helps orphans get the medical treatment
they need & one that tells me just blow up the whole city
my ex-girlfriend lives in.” Times like this, my friend Green
freaks me out a little bit. He says, “We are living
on the most dangerous Earth of all!” & then pulls his fist back
to hit himself square in his own square jaw.
Uncertain of the outcome, I always leave him to himself,
hopeful that we’ll end up on a safer Earth someday.
What I hate is when my friends & I
are all having a serious conversation
about appropriately serious subjects
when—out of nowhere—the floor of the room
rips itself out of the building & hurtles
into orbit above the Earth,
creating too vast a distance for us to bridge.
Because of our recent difficulties,
my friends & I have explored the possibility
of renting a house somewhere together,
somewhere we can be on our own & undisturbed,
& not have to worry about break away rooms.
The rental agent had the kind of eyes that pierce
into the very soul. He said, “I have a warehouse
you may find suitable.” But when we quibbled
over the price (too high for us, simple friends
wanting to spend time together), he looked at us
& made us ashamed we hadn’t offered all we could.
Green & Red are always getting into fights,
with each other as well as with anything
that gets in their paths. But they’re the first
to get into trouble too. Their actions land them
in hot water more often than you might think.
My friend in blue has to fly in to save them every time.
It might be natural for Red & Green to grow resentful
of Blue, who is always having to bail them out.
Instead, they seem grateful that he’s around
to break people’s arms, to deflect thrown rocks,
to poke out the eyes in the giant green face that giggles
at us all when we mess up. Blue, however, thinks about
leaving their skinny asses in a sling one of these days.
:Battle Against the Bodiless Uniform:
After one tiring day of doing nothing with my friends,
I came home, threw my clothes onto the bed
& got right into the shower. After I got out,
I saw what looked like me lying in bed already:
my clothes laid out exactly as if I was in them!
I took advantage of this rare chance to tell myself a thing or two.
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