last night i had the strangest dream
i was back in golden gate park
gypsy dave and sunshine were exchanging auras
and i remembered i had to do my algebra homework
archie and jughead and jfk were ragging on abraham lincoln and his big black top hat
in that way they had
allen ginsberg and chairman mao were playing chess on a beach blanket
annette funicello took chairman mao’s little blue cap and put it on ginsberg’s head and took ginsberg’s uncle sam hat and put it on mao’s head and ran off laughing
because it was the funniest thing anybody had ever seen
and i still had not opened my trigonometry book at all
sunshine and gypsy dave stopped swapping my grandfather’s rolls royce
and started arguing
the sky above turned dark
herb caen and jack ruby rode by on polo ponies wearing top hats
herb caen knocked jack ruby’s top hat off with his riding crop
and that was even funnier than what annette funicello had done to ginsberg and chairman mao
tinker belle told me not to worry about it
because, after all, there could never be transmutation without adumbration
