dreaming in the dark

I guess it’s not so bad …
dreaming in the dark with
a Frenchman name Erik Satie
a pack of 99 cigarettes
(wearing yellow flowers like
war paint while my wife purrs
like Shere Khan).

the man next door who screams
the running of the fridge
the cat on the roof
the passing of the cars
the barking of the dogs
are not bad at all; it’s like
sitting in the dark
with old Claude, the bastard.

(who owes me fifty bucks;
dont think I’ve forgotten
you old snake)

but you play so beautifully
tonight and I’ve dreamed much
too long
(almost set fire to my
cotton legs).
so I sleep in the rain
and freeze like a cremated bug
with my spiralling Joes
a man named Debussy
a piano playing Frenchman
named Erik Satie.


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