my images come

One night a middle aged monk with the face of a cherubim
hovers tenderly over a milk chocolate colored cow lazing
on this grassy field; he strokes her broad back, coaxing the
silent animal to greater health and she stands up ever so
slowly;


And then the next night, I’ve been told the baseball team
needs a pitcher and since I pitched at age 13 in Babe Ruth
league play it’s my chance to be back in the game so here
I stand on the mound staring down at home plate throwing
hardballs at a catcher I’ve not yet met;


The entire team right behind me when a silver jet suddenly
screams overhead, it’s so scary low it barely misses the tops
of our bowed caps, then returns to molest others near a large
building and eventually lands wildly with a crash and chaos
now behind the backstop. A crew investigates the downed jet


With strange geiger counter type instruments in hand; they’re
looking for dangerous radiation. Later on we’re inside a day
room like you might find in a hospital and watch a long intriguing
movie where ordinary neighbors are mysterious, have hidden
motives, and then out of nowhere the wayward jet is back, crazily


Enters the film’s plot when the movie stops, we try but can’t figure
out how to turn it back on, the damn remote isn’t working which is
very frustrating, and a fire breaks out here and all hell ensues. People
are burning, emergency crews shout and haul them away for help;
I watch a teenage boy’s clothing burst into many flames, the back


Of his shirt’s on fire and someone is hosing him off but doesn’t take
the shirt off him and I want to scream ‘take off his shirt now!’, but
don’t, and then the shirt IS off and his naked back so covered with
patches of brown twisted skin erupting across his once pink smooth
self.