his dreams might have been for the deaf

                                   subtitled    textsplashed    wrapped in talk bubbles over the heads

of babbling or silent creatures

 

creatures

         because hominids were few and far between the cartooned or comicked characters animals and denizens who inhabited the Two-Hearted swamp oozing through his imagination

 

                                              T  E  X  T was shoving him in the back pushing him out of his sleep                                                                                                          

                                  Y  O  U  R  E    D  O  N  E    H  E  R  E

find some other refuge  freak

                  D  O    N  O  T    T  R  E  S  P  A  S  S

T  r  e  s  p  a  s  s  e  r  s    W  i  l  l    B  e    V  i  o  l  a  t  e  d

N  O    U    T  U  R  N  S

                                      it was crass  unexpected

not that anyone can have an expectation of their dreams or dreaming youve signed in youre along for the ride or taken for a ride when youve expected so much more from yourself or of your id or ego or subconscious whichever monkey has its hands at your wheel taking you out and around for an unauthorised spin

but when youre treated badly you shouldnt suffer it youre not obliged

you assess your odds to either fight or flee

then commit to your decision

he found that he was able to physically rock himself out of his sleep and going over the edge of his mattress he threw his arm out broke his fall kept his thighs on the bed anchoring him from haplessly toppling out the rest of the way

it isnt the way one wants to start their morning

 

nearly breaking their freakin neck

his father didnt get him

he told him that he hadnt dreamt in years let alone in black and white or coloured textualised lauding cartoon characters or people he knew or didnt know complet with music he recognised or a grainy-type of silent film

he couldnt tell him anything other than what he saw

Ill tell ya son  Sounds like a nightmare to me

Well Dad I dont distinguish between nightmares or dreams  Theyre just dreams

Boy 

     Youre strange

Dad 

     Youve been telling me that my whole life

      

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