Tiny Dreams

Send me down the fence-menu lane.

I like blue lady singing

I like blue bell ringing

He can make you come back as a medical hindrance.

The harmony of life is missing a ski disaster.

I was a well-known pipe cleaner.

Every vestige of day has to be gone before blond calls in blue and begins to — over the day.

“None of it happened and it happened”

An elderly Tony Bennett gives advice on singing successfully: “Keep it short.”

Dead women with dead-white faces, white hair, and red lips come back from the Land of the Dead. They all tell the same story.

A children’s book about teeth (with a picture of a tooth with a face on it). The question is raised: do teeth reincarnate?

Shipyard Orchards

Anna Alfo was shot on St. Runway on Sunday morning.

Certain seed milks contain secret sources of water.

“Look at my new ‘Get Worse’ outfit from d’Orno.”

Two pencils in the form of a lady in a sari.

“I am ready to die for the sheep, as a sheepdog”

A huge olive stuffed with pimiento--all made of granite.

A “mourning blouse” for a cat, lined in white, with pattern of small blue/purple flowers on the outside.

A lady on crutches and with leg braces is going to try a new therapy called “Spinoza jumping.” Someone says, “Sounds like fun.” I say, “Sounds like a mind game.”

A telemarketer calls my mother and asks, “Are cockroaches eating your piano?”

“No,” she quips, “but my piano is eating cockroaches.”

“Nickel can connect today with the tiny hail of satin.”

“He knew how to fall in with the Good, even if it wasn’t there.”

Dean of the Night

an avalanche of snowballs

“T. S. Eliot would be proud of me—I ate three peaches!”

“She was angry, but not enough to go north or make protein out of him.”

Option to burst the raisin meat warning

Through Christ, Eden hid in the pond and swam.

A man invented a new greeting, to use in place of “Hello,” “Hi,” etc.

It was: “Ounce!”

Ask, “Who am I?”

Don’t ask “Where am I?”, “How am I?”, or “When am I?”

Someone said that a benefit of going to war is that it causes people to expand. I asked:

“How do you know that the same people who go to war are the ones who expand?”

A tune married an orange in the basement.

One of the most painful things you can do to torture yourself is wear a tiny little hat perched on your head for an extended period.

Beginning men never know when it’s cold, ’cause the cold never knows when the light bulb’s right.

the bluebird of hungriness

rain lapping at the windows like a dog licking its paws

panic boutonniere

What a tongue raft!

“What is the taste of the sea in the salt?”

I went to Kentucky and a lady said to me with smug satisfaction: “So you like to lie under the apple trees and watch the races. I see you’ve discovered the charm of our racehorses.” I replied: “No, I’ve discovered the charm of your apple trees.”

A sky blue dress with a pattern made up of caricatures of puzzled-looking faces.

I write a book titled “Seven Words a Day.”

I am looking at a small turquoise square. I realize that I continue to see it only because I keep remembering and preserving it. Otherwise it doesn’t really exist.

A boy is eating a sandwich. The contents—which look like an omelet—leap onto his face. I try to reassure him by saying that the sandwich was probably made like that deliberately, to make him want to eat it.

Every word is necessary to his bad status.

“He was mine for any stint I wanted to stay His.”

Bhau has achieved God-Realization. I am looking at a photo of him with a huge “Ancient One” tattoo of Baba on his chest. His face has a crazy expression. Now he will go wandering. His family is bewildered by the change.

Dream image: condom packet showing back of head of Marcel Marceau.

“Kautine”—the name of a shade of green, a sort of asparagus/olive color (pronounced to rhyme with co-teen).

“Think of me as the cookie in the box that broke.”

Spoken across a table: “Hell is love for people without sacrifices.”

Ivan Bercholz dropped an ice cream cone on the meditation hall floor. I say playfully to him: “Oh, I suppose a humble little monk will come with a broom and mop and lick it up with his eyelashes.”

Place name: Idea, Biloxi

Dogs have to realize: If you’re captive, you’re captive.

If everyone were a Baba-lover, there might be too many people putting shellfish back in the water.

Dream command: Open the back of the forehead.

I am looking in a health food store window. It is full of a huge number of all kinds of expensive goodies, stacked up and displayed. There is also a T-shirt, maroon with white letters, designed for parents. It says:

IF IT’S RAINING WHEN THEY

COME HOME FROM SCHOOL,

THROW WATER ON THEM

TO KEEP THEM PLAYING

Buddhists = nudists and guddh-guys

“What, hast thee legs?”

I am going to a business meeting of the local Meher Baba group. I make up a joke and plan to tell it there:

Q: What should be done to the enemies of Meher Baba?

A: They should be rounded up and hugged at dawn.

It was then that Saint Augustine began to dedicate the true self-knowledge of that river-being.

In the kitchen, Mother shows a magazine she has ordered, about duck hunting with dogs (there’s a painting of a spaniel on the front). I ridicule it as “goyish.”

It is the future, and people are hugging the chair that Meher Baba sat in with great emotion. I realize they feel much more than I did his presence in the chair. They also hug a copy of God Speaks (instead of reading it).

Jack Nicholson is having Thanksgiving dinner with all his ex-wives. We see their interesting faces, one by one, as if in video camera shots. His original wife is the youngest. They might get back together, since she has apologized to him.

How do you know it belongs in the ocean? Does it have wings?

Dream statement: Who isn’t, leads.

Vicky’s dream: On a rainy day the worst thing you can do is to stick a red balloon out from a train window

You dip your nose to the ever-green earth, like William Shakespeare taking a deep bow.

“When people watch tennis and something really happens, they fall down—they don’t just stand there describing it!”

“I spent my life building big huts for vagabonds.”

a pear-faced duckling

Title: “Why the Remorse Animal Is Alive”

“Palestein” [Palestine spelled as if a Jewish name]

“Wet Training Materials”

corn on the hawg

From my afternoon nap:

(1)...suddenly burst into Texas.

(2) A voice coaxes me smoothly, “You can tell me who’s greedy.”

(3) You’ve been lied to. A little. To save energy.

Your baby vacation puppet

She was the piece of skin that tied me up on the ethical stand.

Anybody is a coverup.

Goddess of Deeds: Teff

A bedspread with small circular openings, each of which contains an ant.

The image of three postage stamps, still attached to their backing, in a vertical row. There's a tear between the top two, ripping the top one.

A box of Celestial Seasonings herbal tea labeled ZEBRA ZEST.

A pink blanket lying crumpled on a bed in the sunshine.

A cubic soccer ball.

A giant menorah stands on a deserted golf course, at night. The menorah does not merely have candles but is actually entirely made up of candle wax—like the standard white candles used for Shabbat.

A postmodern tissue box, showing a photo of people looking out at the consumer, gesturing their awareness that they are on a tissue box.

Mother is sitting on the bed, trying to write a book by following instructions in another book.

A number of different-colored multifaceted gems, shaped like long ovals (almost like iridescent minnows), are seen beneath a mass of brambles, right next to a doorway or threshold.

A white bulldog holding an orange balloon... transmutes into... a brown toad holding an umbrella in the rain.

A tiny cello caught in a spider’s web.

A little girl in a very pale petal-pink dress, swinging a baseball bat.

Two black woolly lamblike dogs, side by side, entering a closet in my childhood bedroom.

Drop all bags.