Two Versions of My Alleged Madness (redux)

i.

I ate your bonsai tree after you trimmed it and jumped on October 28, 1929.

I practiced Iridology in the nude during alternating waning crescents of the moon during the Reagan presidency.

In 2001 I half baked ideas in a red Martha Stewart branded Dutch oven for 15 minutes at 175°.

I sculpted dozens of show ponies out of the lint in my belly button.

ii.

I dream of passed balls at the heme hour.

I lick the transmission on your 1976 Dodge Dart every morning when you’re in the shower.

The mange and bedbugs are my “bestest” friends.

I’m sleepwalking toward disaster with the rest of them.

What I’m Reading:

But having braked all the way to the floor of the valley
it dawned on us the slope we’d have to climb
and it was night…

— Jana Prikryl / “A Banquet”