The Gream

Time spent in a public domain is a nightmare manifesting in front of your eyes. Remain still long enough in a stream of body warmth and you’ll see some shit. Chewed up spit out don’t fuss, lean into the cream and ride the wave, lick envelopes for free in the hopes that one might be laced with arsenic or acid or coin-scented womanly goodness. Sit still long enough and the event horizon starts looking for you, pulling towards the center mass your evacuated body, hoping to claim for its scoreboard another casualty in the game of rug-and-tug but, oh! Oooh! Uno reversed, you’re not even here anymore. The All Consuming Black Hole, the same anus that shat you out X years prior, does not know that you, on your travels from thither to hither, mastered the art of existential expulsion and is not residing in a cink on the timeline, huddled up in fetal position, twitching violently as the shell that used to be your mode of transport, your body, wanders around in a world vaguely remembered, never missed. But in that swelling, throbbing mass of humans a spark connects, dances across the lobe. There are others, hiding in their own crevice on the line. Flickering images projects through them, screams over the aeonic ether calling for ATTEEEEEN-hutt. Row calls in empty corridors, banquets without attendees but these ten got a knack for unsolicited mischief. Hold the line—

Hold the line for one bloody second you benchood bladdy bitch, and maybe some good will come out of it. Pump the gas, pay the house, pump the wife, delegate the strife, and in a library too far off for comfort I avoid eye-contact with everything not nailed down as my daughter fraternizes with her peers in a room smelling like painted-over mold, a room I’ll never again attend. And like a double-folded electrical cord the realization slaps me across a cheek, top or bottom undecided, that these rooms are infinite—a connected labyrinth of tubes holding in common the singular fact that I shall never into them step on toes or heels, for such is their way, ya bladdy bitch.