its a jumbleusually a jumble 

                             but thats why he dreamed 

he set the stage

set the white noise by the washing machine 

concentrated on setsscenes and characterspersons of interest 

                                                               rarely real people

could probably count on both hands – no toes necessary – of people he knew

he dreamed strangers who either grew stranger or he got to know them acquaintances  attractive lovers 

                                                                                                                 he was astonished if someone he knew appeared in a cameo

just didnt happen

                  and besides  given his penchant to dream the bizarre it would be Impossible to figure outanalyze what the hell they were doing there

it was better to play with strangers 

 

last nights jumble 

                 differing skeinsthreadsfabriccordsropes woundup like a ball of yarn rags collecting in street gutters

then a shuddershudders of lifeanimation quivering   grotesque

then realised 

               Alive

a bustedbroken  resembling a fox 

                                        and people stepping into the street to cross it a filthy corrupt illlighted street disregarding the clots and flotsam stepping over them the surly fox hamstrings them slashes their Achilles tendons with whiteshining teeth 

                       hot rubyred splashes and variedsize pokedots 

screams of agony turned to last-blowing-air tickling the foxs muzzle devouring in the street not far from steel manhole covers which seemed to him unwilling witnesses  then closing their eye   mocking  they were blind

 

kneaded lumps of disparate coloured fabric kicked or stepped on by errant shoes or boots a blueelectric shivers spasms inside itleaking out of it asif touched by The Hand of God  animated           

                                                                         that lump congeals with another and another and another  and stumbles to its kneeshands on the oily tarmac staggersup  becomes a disgusting human  form 

then turns into a vicious cannibal who can runpursue its prey off the street up steps break through slammed doors 

                                                                                                                       GORE

could be the reason why he dreamed of strangers   

2251,  Sunday,  7  2. 21

1221,  Mundaye -- or not,  15  2. 21