he had a dream that every time he went to use the telephone – a telephone – not a cellphone not an iPhone smartphone he had no use for them  he was slavish only to the demands of his books that whispered seductively  breathlessly   he was slavish to written words  

                                                               he remembers freshman year high school in a study hall curriculum mandated that students had to suffer study halls half studies twenty minutes full periods forty minutes but the full period were actually half periods stitched together he had six minutes the passing time to get up from one seat in the study hall rows and rows of desks seats and worktops and work his way to another  a teacher sat before themmonitoring them at a table Quiet!  Quiet!   Quiet as in the library or a church 

                                                                                        a study hall as a sanctuary to read write do homework so he wouldnt have to carry it home at the end of the day in his arms  when he was a kid they didnt wear backpacks – if backpacks were worn  --  how was a guy to carry a girls books home for her no matter if she lived in the completely opposite direction of their house

in study hall behind opened text books he read Lolita Candy Story of O rather Histoire d’O he was studying French as his language requirement Naked Lunch  Marquis de Sades works frankly any and all porn he could get his hands on for four years 

                books  words  whispered to him

 

the telephone 

              every time he tried to use a telephone someone was on the party line a party line not the idiomusually considered the communist party line all political parties have party lines demands of the movements canon demands for conformity for ideological elements specific for partisanship 

                                                                 last time he fell for that crap was Cub Scouts

rather the party line was a loop telephone circuit shared by the neighbourhood  freakin entertaining to listen into if he was quiet enough to overhear housewife gossip  try not snicker WHO’S THERE?! GET OFF THE LINE! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!

LIKE HELL YOU DO hangup laughing

every time he tried to use the telephone someone was on it

in the dream he wasnt a kid

he was trying to get urgent word to  . .  someone 

                                                   the dream never said 

all he knew was that it was urgent 

                                     it was critical he found himself angrily hanging up then going from room to room an office building? an apartment building? floor to floor finding people  curiously men on telephones and knocking them off their chairs onto the floor  violently ripping telephone cords out of walls and throwing the phones out of windows whether opened or not 

                       he relished the sound of breaking glass its brittle shrillness

he shouldered through doors into rooms holding talkers 

sometimes they were people in conversation 

                                               he apologised for interrupting them 

he shouldered through quiet doors found the telephone in the room and tried to use it SOMEONE WAS ON THE LINE

ripped the telephone out of the wall and hurled it through the window

eventually he picked up a telephone and there was only the murmur a dial tone he remembered the number NE1-5471

he was panting anxious  whoever was supposed to be on the end either didnt pickup he let it ring for minutes or someone pickedup their voices muffled or mumbling he couldnt distinguish if it was a woman or a man 

                                                                                                              however  he forgot why he was urgently calling

a dream  a nightmare

AMish,  Reggae Friday,  26  2. 21

1147,  Reggae Friday – speaking to his state of mind

Emerson, Lake and Palmer  Karn Evil 9  1 st Impression, Part 2  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wa60v32WAkY