For about 4 days straight
the muscles in my lower left eyelid
have been twitching off and on.
They are peeved, man.
Time for a cold compress.
I got paid on Monday and lost most of it
on a queer bender. I didn't mean to, that's the thing.
A cursed C-note found in a book started it.
I remember 99% of it.
I can only hope I just spent it all and didn't lose it.
My poet pal John was with me.
He knew I was drunk and didn't mind babysitting me
as we ran around and I kept us in booze.
Then, last night after losing Tuesday
to a predictably crummy hangover
but managing to get some sex in
and make blueberry muffins all the same,
I had an incredible dream...
I'm at a hotel/resort. Utterly fantastic, sprawling.
Lobby is massive and beautiful.
There is large crew there
and Donald J. Trump is making a movie.
He and I split a KitKat bar.
The candy is a movie prop, but we ate it.
Now fuck, they need it again!
So I am the one tasked with going out
and finding another identical KitKat bar.
There are ones like it where I search
but not an exact replica. I just can't find it.
So then I say, fuck it. I'm not going back.
They can find their own KitKat bar
to exploit some more.
Sure, we ate the same KitKat bar, Trump and I.
I wake up feeling great.
In total awe of the fact that my brain,
in order to accommodate it for a dreamscape,
to a KitKat bar.