some poetry, politics & what have you

Saturday, December 30, 2006

people sometimes tell me that i've been in their dream that night. nothing strange about that. most of the time i've done quite normal dream-things like dying. once a young university student i hardly knew told me that i had declared the death of sexuality. she found that really funny. now for the first time i've crossed the atlantic, & have a cool poem to show for it. i reproduce it here with the permission of Adam Fieled, whose poem it is & whose dream it was i raided a couple of nights ago


I was staying in
a dorm room with
Lars Palm, who
was throwing
lobsters. A yellow
globule tried to
get our goat; a
wall started talking.
Lars was furious.
Some girls were
involved with us,
as junk piled up.
Lars threw a
lobster at the
yellow globule,
roaring. It was a
pivotal moment--
we moved out, on--
bare walls. Rubbish
heap. Fuck you, globule.


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