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I dreamt I was reading Chaucer in

Outlaw Dreams
I dreamt I was reading Chaucer in
Middle English to Todd Moore & he
jammd an icepick in my eye.
I dreamt Betsy Ross sewd Elizabeth
Short back together.
I dreamt I won the Pulitzer Prize for
a poem abt cocksucking but when
the judges discovered it was abt
cocksucking they gave my award
to Louise Gluck.
I dreamt James Dean rammd my
head so hard against the
headboard that he lookd like twins.
I dreamt the war in Iraq was a
series that NBC canceld.
I dreamt Mamie Van Doren
made a recording of
“The Century Dimes” while topless.
I dreamt the Supreme Court
ruled Florida was no longer a state.
I dreamt Rufus Wainright thot
my dick was so pretty he wrote
a song abt it.
I dreamt Hillary Clinton wore
Monica Lewinsky’s cumstaind
dress to her inaugural.
I dreamt Andrea Carroll made
a recording of “It Hurts To Be 61.”
I dreamt William Howard Taft
replaced Anna Nicole Smith in
the Trimspa ads.
I dreamt My Space banishd
Emily Dickinson for posting
beaver shots.
from OUTLAW DREAMS a poetry collection by Alex Gildzen | Green Panda Press
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