Rafael Cruz sneaked in through the back door and without introduction or so much as an Excuse me plundered his dreams

 

he was a bit confused  the rhetoric the demeanor  he looked so much like Witch Hunt McCarthy Joe McCarthy

 

if Cruz was shot in black and white people might think McCarthy had returned from the grave 

McCarthy died when he was a boy and the only dead usually allowed to roam around inside his skull sleeping or otherwise were people hed known

   

handtied tonguetied same rope some crazy knots he was stymied

                                                     he had to wait for his Memory to rouse and come out in disheveled bedclothes(thankgawd he didnt sleep naked) sidle up beside him and whisper in his ear to correct him

No idiot McCarthys dead  Its Cruz  Ol Dominion hisself  Bow down hes the Great White Hope The Christians Gods Select according to talking head Beck trust me I know you dont pay any attention to the Rights braying asses he brays louder than most but so too his wife appeared to her in a dream in kind 

 

You shouldnt be surprised he came sneaking in through the back door

Likely he might know  Ive heard tell he tosses bones with the best of em  as I know but Im legit because I am on the Inside  that dreams hold favor with you  Although probably unbeknownst to him you exploit your dreams wriote about them they dont lead you around by the nose or compromise you

Sneaky fuckHuh

You said it

Its middle of the night  Cold  Get up and turn the heat on to get us through to morning without shivering awake every twenty thirty minutes or so  Alright

his Memory always had a good head on his shoulders never chastised him after the fact never told him Told you so  No  reminded him  played his role to the letter in exact accordance with what he signed up for  A watertight contract

so Cruz came  committed his blabber

the House was quiet

his voice echoed reeled off the walls

his best lines to Kill em in the aisles dribbled onto the floor

a moustachioed janitor holding a broom in one hand his other at the handle of a wheeled trashcan stood on the mezzanine the lectern before him giving Cruz a dirty look because now hed have to return the watercloset for a mop bucket and disinfectant to cleanse the slime from off the floor 

 

fortunately he didnt have to keep anyone at bay chase them away fear for someone slipping and falling on the linoleum

1357 (from this mornings dream),  Day-bewtween-Two-Ts,  23  3. 16