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.
ambient-1 © 2009
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