the dream. a dream. same thing.

*Ad Lib.

20 October, 2008 · 3 Comments

[ real. dream. ]

at the service station.
filling air in the mini
van. a man
approached

on his bike he
smiled. hurriedly
the fourth tire
had reached 44 psi.

“if you hightail it
you can reap the rest
of my seventy-five
cents,” i said.

he paused, then
turned red and begged to
ask a (quote) strange
question of me.

“yes?”

are you related to
brian prince? you
look a lot li…

“(interrupting)
man, i am
him.”

and the air
compressor
went silent.

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