while dreaming

while fleeing hypnopompic    waking

he was editing a piece

                       and just as he was aware he was awakeeyes closed he thought  Critique  Oblique

chuckled  because his next thought was phonaesthetics

                                                              his ongoing knock of Tolkiens cellar door

no it is not the most beautiful word in the English language

Criticise  Slant

                 not so beautiful

however even before he opened his eyes whatever had been fully formedscribed in his dreams dissipated  vanished   in toto

                       only the wash the waves  Critique  Oblique  remained

he took it on the chin

was knocked out  1, 2, 3, 4 . . .

10 came  not that he heard

not that he remembered being taken back to his corner sat on a stool

not the coldwater sponge across the back of his neck water running down his back chest into his shorts

not the ammonia ampoule broke under his nose  inhaling it

not . . .

              those things were gone too

said aloud

Critique

Oblique

Hey kitkats

the three knuckleheads october shy bomber were perched on the foot of the bed

he smacked his lips

                      Breakfast

they smacked theirs

                       but they didnt speak

when they did

they were going to make a cool million

                                              he wasnt greedy

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