Nightmare. Dream 4.
Dream 4
The giant grey baby
Is sharply exhaling
Against a
Small
Square
Window
Leading to the cell
Of the psych ward
Where I’m kept
Where I watched two men
Bleat against the wall
Till their fists fused and
Blunted.
They died
Squandering their
Fear torn
Resistance against the white plated wall Behind which
The baby waited for blood.
I knew only realizations in the gut, real, terror.
The government is unknowable and corrupt. Evil in every way.
And I am a paranoid skitzo.
Prophet in any other tongue.
And I waited for the future.
