I have many old notebooks in various places in La Casa del Terror. Most are old journals (yes, even in this electronic age, I still keep a private, hand-written journal), while others are leftovers from my various jousts with writing projects. In one of these notebooks I found the following poem, which I don't remember writing (not a first, though it seems, from the poems surrounding it a a couple of references in the original draft, it was sribbled sometime around 2000), nor do I remember dreaming all of these things. However, since I know that did dream some of these strange events (the woman in the see-through teddy and the London After Midnight discovery), I have to accept that the others did, too. And since the poem doesn't really end (it just kind of stops), it could conceivably go on forever.
In my dreams and nightmares
I can drive cars, pull out my
teeth one by one and spit them
into urinals, watch a woman I once
lusted after cross a long living room
in a see-through red teddy,
take Amtrak to Philadelphia,
find a dusty but pristine copy of
London After Midnight in
an attic, climb the clock tower
of my high school only to find
its bricks crumbling under my
fingertips, go fishing with my
dad, clone goldfish, piss plasma,
swing a loan shark over my
head with a lasso, use shovels
and pickaxes to cover rat burrows
in an otherwise empty lot, play
center field for the Cubs, swim
Underwater through a flooded
grade school, find a stash of
S&H Green Stamps, eat epoxy
on crackers, get my teeth
flossed by Angie Everhart in a
movie theater by the light of a
Claymation Woody Allen singing
an ode to the Three Stooges,
debate cinema with Gene Siskel,
until he drinks a beaker of
glowing green liquid and becomes
Karloff's Monster and promises
to enjoy tearing me limb from
reddened limb until I trick him
into ramming his head through
the front of a microwave,
escape Nazi Berlin on a
Schwinn Fastback, watch
a porn star named Soft Hart
crawl across a conference room
table toward me and eat a
Granny Smith apple in one bite.
Monday, January 19, 2009
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LOL! Do you eat dinner just before going to bed? Might not want to do that anymore.
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