Self-Aggrandizing Poetry Bullshit Sheriff and World's Greatest Living Poet Yiffes!! [jim behrle at gmail dot com]
Dream
Turns out I am staying in the same villa as Katie Degentesh, in town to win some award. After a brief interlude of playing soccer on the Iranian side I am left in a large comfortable chair with a plate of 4 cookies spread out in a diamond. Naturally I eat the cookie at the bottom. Drew Gardner enters and shouts to Katie "Jim ate Casey!" These are cookies that somehow accompany a poem Katie has written called "Casey at the Bat." Casey was delicious, I tell Katie. Katie, put-out, tells me her mother baked them. I say something like I'm not the kind of guy you can leave next to a plate of cookies! Both stare at me as if I am the world's greatest asshole. Scene.
2 comments:
You took the bottom cookie to score, you stealing homie.
Also, the coherence in this dream verges on poetry you have no control over, merging appetites, a plate of cookies, a low ball over the plate, someone swings and misses, out.
I took out the part where I gave Derek Jeter a reacharound.
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