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Nightmare # 153



Once there came a tap tap tapping upon that 36 inch wide

metal solid core (that we got at Home Depot on sale) door.

I heard the lunatic sound of people tap tap tapping

like nobody's business, till I mentioned it.

Plus, there was an echo

like several folks killing each other out there twice

with lots of venting and crashing and other such annoyances

that generally accompany a ruckus.

For instance,

I heard the Uno game pandemonium of modern human carnage.

I heard the ice cream truck afternoon musak

Of decadence, depravity, despair and doom.

And, I heard many Presidential debate commentaries of pain.




These sounds seemed a bit peculiar,

and, now that you mention it, a bit bazaar.

So, I opened up the creaking latch


which held the door of imperfect separation shut.

In swung the hinges

in swung that 36 inch wide metal solid core

(That we got at Home Depot on sale) door.

And I stepped out into the night with naked feet

Into a world not contained by the inside of my house.




Wow, my feet were cold and I was annoyed

Because out in the yard

I saw unexpected escalators escalating up.

I saw unintended escalators escalating down.

Carrying understandably happy people mannequins

up and down till eventually they were shunted off

through a drain where they fell

onto Hawthorn's Celestial Railroad Train

with no sadness, and yes, with no pain.

At least until the tracks that led to heaven


dropped them off in hell.




And that's not even the odd things I saw.




For instance,


I saw Jewel kicking the 'Holy Mother of Christ' out of Joni Mitchell.

I saw Bob Dylan doing a commercial for Victoria Secret.

I saw Picasso signing a Pepsi Cola Contract

Where he'll shake his butt to sell soda.

I saw Snoop Dog rolling joints with writing of Pablo Neruda.

I saw Michelangelo painting the ceiling at Wall Mart.

I saw Anna Nicole Smith. Enough said.

I saw Henry Ford slapping down dollar bills betting on the Third Reich.

I saw Howard Stern and Ann Coulter teaming up to do the tonight show.

And lastly, I saw legions of American Idol contestants

with microphone bayonets

going at both the arms and legs


of Ludwig Von Beethoven,

so he could never again raise his fists


into the lightening sky.




(Gees, guess that's the last time I ever buy anything at Home Depot on sale)