Half‑awake, fully clothed, wondering

Who put the phone so near my ear  

Whereabouts realization:

Redwood forest hills  

Amy, a new one,

Call answering  

You must take it, Bill,

It's Bill Dill from L.A.  

Meanwhile Jan and Marty

Meanwhile Jane and Mary  

Quasi‑eviction clear;

The dog Earth's grease burning  

Blastoff for civilization

Meanwhile bonepipe sandwiches  

Thousands of moments later

Greater downtown tradewinders watching fifteen stripes and solids

Sinking several colored cutthroat spheres...

First freak recurrence:  

Norman walks in ‑‑‑ he's from Lakewood,

Our common sixteen‑light‑milliseconds‑distant home  

Jarring the jukeboxer,

Kenny, second homer, arrives  

Just outside lurks another, Katz,

Whose mother dropped by tomorrow 

Path parting,

Bill picking Bill up  

Myself and Jan Palm trucking,

Michelle temporarily accepting heavy lids  

Goodwin and two Dutch Maries

Each brand new and having Metaphysical Meditations  

The lighter wants Palm;

Back we go ‑‑‑ but wait ‑‑‑  

She also wants bread,

So, transfer to Cotati          

Onward, back and back,

The corner, Mary's gone, but:  

Ranger and his cohorts

Replace Thunder Water  

Myself and Jan C.S.C.S. trucking

Where things are very odd  

Third‑floor convergence

After a thirteenth‑floor farewell  

(The Kingdom Of Heaven, etc.

Done anew by Mother Earth  

Featuring Tracy Nelson and

R.P. St. John, Jr., levitator and Elevator)  

On the catwalk, on the way up the stairway,

"She" dropped this class  

Danny's at the past place;

He knows where it is  

Stumbling with Danny and Dangerfield

Through the McGovern maze  

But not without being bulldozed by

Alan's nineteen‑bumper‑sticker's donor's charity  

Off through lunch break

And several striking young goddesses  

To a field and a lot and a car,

Past a license plate named NOW NOW  

And a truck‑driving lovely

Who unleashes a tongue‑lash  

To a house and poetics and cognition

And a potholder smoking  

And to let this loose

To rip that joint.  

Now that it's past the present:

Landing in G.D.C. once more  

Before you can blink your third,

Nick Danger asks what is wanted  

Backtracking, however, home freak number four,

Stephen; quick as a wink        

Norman and Kenny rerecur at the sub hub.

Out their window Loba crosses the road to truck  

Oakstone walks by as if for coincidence;

You should have been there November first  

While moving all down the line

Ranger suddenly snares me from the granary viewplate  

Sure enough, he and Kaptain Kilowatt

Draw me within their granular vortex  

But, backtracking again, Norman and Marnie

Engulf me in blonde Lebanese  

Quicker than instantaneously

Jan, bound to reappear, reappears  

Ranger and his captive looking out,

When into the dock in their gaze Jan's friend's ship slips  

Not content with that, as I sit

Encoding my encounter with Oakstone  

Greenway and company have to come in;

A moment and Kate and Ron wave by the vortex viewplate  

Ah, alpha‑neglecting Yovan comes out of the woodwork

While what, more?  Yes, it's Dan!  

Dan.  Sitting here all the Green time

Right between Ranger and the Kaptain  

Jan departs; she is Janet Planet

For the first time this morning  

Dan is the real (at least in Sonoma County) J.P.'s beau,

The one in "Rocky Raccoon" and "Cut Across Shorty"  

As I launch out another time, bioJulie holds the door for me;

Jamming to Jan at the Tradewinds  

Next door, next, at yes, the Inn,

Yovan sits; Norman, Kenny  

And now Craig, of all saints,

Says that Harry, home freak five, is nearby  

Harry has finished my thesis

And does want to discuss it  

Upon downing a beer it's back to school;

Returning, Norman trajectories by twice

At the point of leaving we dip

Into the granary for yogurt  

Coming up with bonuses in

Stan the man McDaniel and Danny  

Dinner, dishes, dessert at home;

Soon fleaing to find this  

A Palm‑drop, bye Jan; Cassie's pop,

Michelle, and new doctor Vivian are there  

Exit Michelle, Vivian stage left,

Enter Gary and Darlene, stage right  

Over to G‑and‑D's to explode

Several seven‑fingered lids  

Back to four‑sixty

Where reverend Albert completes things  

But a subterranean suggestion

Whispers that Mary will soon be here  

As fate would have it she is,

Green and Gray bearing three strangers  

As Stoneground sings so tight

The aliens leave midnight