A dream about the undead in 3 parts


the un-dead in his family
ancestry, in archive
in portraiture

their look, in you
a pursed likeness
hawkish deviltry

and show me other rooms
open for the viewing public

where with resource
and valor spent old films

render popcorn air

then to my paiute cousin I say
meet me where

i'll be working under my car

fell

almost asleep

on the oily earth

but for the open trunk
of that old continental

its wrapt contents shape
a body i think, shall i
unwrap it -- who

can sleep in this prescience
anyway, it's not good

what 24-hour gas station
is this: a chevron, old
coat of arms

where are you?
i'm guessing a body in there
can i borrow that phone

give her a call

where is

she?