harrison ford

dream of chutes and ladders

sleep through two

alarms

and when i stumble through the doorway

with my hands through the arms of the sweater

that the dry cleaner gave me back a size down

i

make it to the bus

not a second to spare

but there's

freeze-frame traffic till the intersection where i am

scheduled for a meeting with a man who looks like

harrison ford

i never can decide

my everyday's always

everything flies by

i don't know why i try

he says

where have you been? i've been waiting all

day. i say

with all due respect

i'm only six minutes late

he doesn't say a thing

just nods and pulls out

a sword. i match him blow for blow

counter-parry

and dodge

but as the battle wears on

we're getting

along. he knocks the sword from my hands

says

congratulations

you've got the job

all the bright stars in the sky

i can never hold on to

i can't let lie

i never can decide

my everyday's always

everything flies by

i don't know why i try

harrison and i are on a bird he built out of old

sedans

balloons

and duct tape. projected in the

cabin

there's an agent he calls the wolf. she never

shows her face. her voice as big as a house

she says

burn your things and meet me on the roof in an

hour. i think i need to tell my landlord that i'm

gonna be late with the rent

all the bright planets that hang in the air

never fall down

or float away

i never can decide

my everyday's always

everything flies by

i don't know why i try