i dreampt of a war with ostriches in the arctic,
fidel castro and the blooming of my morning glories.
they were growing so fast, i couldn't figure out
which way i wanted them to grow:
crawling up a tree?
across the fence?
or just let them figure it out themselves?

i began an archaeological dig in
my flower pot and found all sorts of pink treasures.

then i went to a warehouse and
there was a man lying in a freezer
next to giant lucky charms (cereal).