Boulevard of Broken Dreams

l fell asleep on a bus stop bench and I immediately started dreaming…

I found myself standing on the median strip of a busy boulevard.

Naked; I tried to shield my shame.

People screamed, “Put some clothes on asshole!” at me.
Women scoffed, children laughed and pointed.
Cars motorcycles and buses rushed by, moving in two directions.

I tried to shield my shame but they ridiculed this even more.

Their laughter was psychotic and my humiliation complete.
I hid the book behind me lest someone see it.

Some drawings fell out.
A lizard man yelled, “Hey look! He fancies himself an artist!”

The crowd laughed psychotically.

The Hyena woman snatched the book from me and held it up
for the gathering-snarling-drooling crowd to view and make fun of.

I felt so angry that I couldn’t breathe.

I tried to scream FUCK YOU!
But nothing came out.

I felt like I was glowing florescent in a black and white world.

In the next moment, I awoke to the bus arriving and I staggered aboard as though nothing had happened.

I put my straight face back on and rode the bus to my stop.

It was just another day in the life of an ordinary man.


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