I dreamed a silicon chip looked like an Aztec mask,
a great yawning blackness where a mouth should be.
A dying vampire awoke in a pool of perspiring blood
cared for by a young woman with a baby.
A Dallas waveform appeared.
A shine on Bachman Lake, sun sparks on oil floating?
The flight is filled with a cargo of ruby, gold, and platinum passengers.
Overhead bins are closed to inquiry.
Red safety cards are hidden in seat pockets.
A bearded lady walks down the aisle.