dream

i wore a white shroud
and was named "Lisa"
but in the dream it was a thing's name
made of stone skull
and black flaxen hair.

i should have been shot
but some war was brewing
where people were trying
to build neutral tools
to sell to both sides.

the leader of the foreign army
looked like a green cartoon faggot character
with too much upper body strength
and these metal wristbands

so my wife and I sent out letters
and moved West
maybe out of harms way

we found this house
filled with mango
that is actually there
on Monterey Blvd
in Hermosa Beach
that I remember as a child,
all those gorgeous sunsets
flooding the wide upstairs windows