It’s simple, really. You take this thimble
of cough suppressant and dance like a tree
debranching. You fill the dance hall with all
the finest decorum. Destroy the honorary
watermelon with a giant wooden mallet.
Say grace! Praise Jesus! Feel healthy!
In time the tune will ring like a hotel
dial tone. In time we’ll wear an old pair
of sandwich meats. Discuss politics. Join
a rotary club. We’ll find a prehistoric
lawnmower at the town-wide yard sale.
When I say Town-wide you say
No-way. When I say let’s decorate
the chimney with lots of fresh smoke,
agree. I’ll bring in the wood when I’m
damn near ready. When it’s time to burn
we obviously do. That’s why I bought you
these protective goggles. I’m sorry so
sorry they only came in orange. Call it credence.
Call it plutonium. Call it firing the rifle
far too soon. In this really proactive
dream I had, I was circling a fish
with a little toy boat. The fish
could talk and the boat was almost
never sinking. I remember what
the fish said: be well and try
harder. Nothing really makes sense
if you stare at it long enough. If you think
about boats and fishes and fires. One time
in a dream I was a boat
on fire. It was painful, being a boat
on fire, the water so close.