Location: Chicago, Illinois, United States

Friday, April 09, 2010


The yelling in the middle of the night alarms the neighbors and probably terrifies my lover(s). If only I could stop dream-rodents from sneaking under the sheets, if only I could stop their squeaks, their little heartbeats, excited to bite my immobilized body, with just a psychological tweak.

I dream about plane crashes too, but I'm never on the plane, and there are no snakes. I'm just watching from the ground, approximately level, give or take. And I think, "That plane is flying too low."

Then, "Oh, shit!"


The plane explodes in a blackened pit, and I run away from the flaming falling debris.

It's usually about three. See?



Anonymous Asylum Dolly said...

It didn't even click with me that this story rhymed until i read the label alerting me to the fact. So then i reread it, and lo and behold! It rhymes!
I prefer not to see this as a sign of my slowness, but instead proof that you are good at incorporating ryhming words into writing without it being at the expense of the actual literary content. That's hard to do! (for me anyway..maybe once every 4 years or so i can make a rhyme sound cool.Any other time it goes a bit like: "You did a poo in a shoe" or something.)

3:03 AM  
Blogger Peau said...

plane crashes are the worst. so are entire global disasters. like on that spectacular FAIL movie, 2012. i watched that last night with my kid and by the last third started attaching the word "dolphins!" to everything. for fucking example:

If we don't make it onto that plane, we're going to lose everything!

plus the dolphins!


if that wave takes out the entire eastern seaboard that means they're all going to die!

not to mention the dolphins!

it's a good way to stay sane.

you're welcome.

10:58 AM  
Blogger sybil law said...

Don't you just love peau?!!

My nightmares always involve psychologically fucked people - real menaces to mankind. I think I'd take a plane crash any day.

11:08 AM  
Anonymous said...

Peau's comment= WIN :D

10:59 PM  
Blogger jorg wobblington lopez said...

I didn't realize it rhymed at first, either. That is some sneaky rhyming! I saw the three and see and thought that was the extent of your rhymes, and was going to compliment you on that one. You can imagine my amazement and glee when I noticed the other rhymes. I'm still trying not to cry.

11:00 AM  
Blogger JMH said...

B - I did a poo in a shoe once. I was trying to do a poo in a forest and didn't quite get my feet out from underneath. I walked home barefoot.

P - "for fucking example" -- nice touch.

But let me try the trick: The evidence strongly suggests that Pope Benedict knew of and took an active role in covering up the widespread sexual abuse of children by Catholic priests...with dolphins. Hmmm.

s - Everyone loves Peau. And vermin and plane crashes are certainly better than the psychologically fucked.

j - Don't hold your feelings inside. You'll end up in one of sybil's dreams.

9:10 PM  
Blogger Stella said...


That's the story I want to hear next.

4:03 PM  
Blogger JMH said...

What a coincidence. That's the story I want to tell next.

10:44 PM  

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