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"Got Ya!" (by Joe DiMino)
Dont let the Dream Thieves
Thieve your dreams, boy!
The toothless old sot said,
As I surfaced from the underground
Carried along by a hurried wave of commuters.
Back in the tunnel,
Beneath the pavement,
Deep in a throat of darkness
The local rumbled off,
Steel wheels biting into the track,
A Banshee of screeches echoing up from between the mesh vents
Imbedded in the gray, littered pavement
Better lay off the booze! I smiled back
At the red-eyed hoot, our evening ritual,
The ritual played-out between us the past several weeks;
Then he would give me his famous gummy-grin,
Teeth long rotted down,
The stubs left, black and bloody
I always toss him a coin,
His palm, a contoured pocket of filth, perfect for catching loosely
aimed change;
Friday, payday, I bought him some cheap wine
What the hell, I figured! If not for the grace of God
.
Theyre coming , I tell ya! Coming soon. Ya gotta dream
sometime
And when ya dogot ya! Take your dreams and give you theirs,
Ones from hell, boy! Thats what they do,
Steal yours, and give you theirsdreams boy,
All ya got when theres nothing else left to live for
Makes you want to dream more,
Makes you want to drop outdrop and drop
And never stop! His bloody-gummy-grin.
Showered and determined to quiet the night in,
I plopped on my favorite chair,
A big shell shape
With a large fan of extra cushion,
Fresh made martini to my right,
And a three dollar pulp fiction
From the news-stand ready to spread on my lap
I read the title again,: The man who dared not dream!
I laughed, thought again of the bum and his dream-chant;
Guess thats why I bought the silly thing, though never having
heard of the author, Maerd Feiht
If hes successful, that will have to go;
Decided to spell the name backwards, intrigued
And just feeling a need for cryptic foolishnessDream Thief;
Now if that dont beat all! I shrugged. And began reading:
Right from the onset,
First few words, if you can call them that
Oh the spelling was correct, if they would only remain still;
But they appeared to float before my eyes,
Letters changing position, as children in Halloween costumes walking
briskly around chairs
In a circle of time,
Anticipating the music to abruptly stop, and then having to bully
for a seat
I thought of my lifealways left out;
And all the preparation for that one manic second to finally arrive,
And I could exclaim, the wait was worth it!
I began to dream:
Indeed, a pleasant one;
I dreamt of Mandy, the bosses secretary
We were having dinner, some plush restaurant,
And she wore one of those sheer blouses and tight sweaters
That emphasize her voluptuous attributes
With such ever appealing peaks and valleys
I have imagined to descend
She teased with her moist lips
And curvaceous smile as she
Nibbled and poked with her tongue, so-so suggestively
The red center in our olive appetizer
The waiter arrived and uncovered our steaming main course,
A whole backed fish, fancy French styleI jumped back, aghast!
It was the face on the fishthe lips widening;
It was that bloody gummy smile, Got ya!
I awoke, tried to rise from my chair, but was forced deeper
by unseen pressure;
I attempted to close the book on my lap, but my arms and hands
were weighted to the rests;
The pages cycled before my eyes;
The letters danced around the chairs of my mind
I was with Mandy again, the stress forgotten;
We were on the sofa in my apartment, becoming quiet romantic
As her garments peeled away
Oh how I had longed for such a moment,
The unwrapping of all my desires;
That one manic second that stood out above all in eternity;
About to ascend in pleasure
As I had never ascended before,
To touch the naked face of heaven so to speak,
And I felt it in the purest sense
But what is this, as I glanced back at my oversized cushy-chair?
The back of whose head do I see,
The matted, slimy hair rotating away
As a full face comes hideously into view
Again that gummy, bloody smile now widening,
Myself being drawn closer,
The deep stench of decay filling my lungs,
A putrid fear I cannot adequately describe
Now I am looking out;
Mandy with this handsome young man on the couch,
Ever closer entwined;
But I dont feel it as me anymore
I am just this huge, bloody-gummy smile;
At this point, you are wondering why I am telling you all this?
In fact, how I am telling you all this
Well, just like with our young man and my book,
Wanted to touch base with you
Someday you will dream
and thengot ya!
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