the body awakens
once more
without the mind’s
consent
It’s evening
Slept through the whole
day
and another night
of staying alive
stretches ahead
more hours of
wondering
when will it end,
when will it all be over
already
Uh, not the time to get
out of bed yet.
Better sit and think
about the dream
the dream of a black
dog
locked in a big room
full of mannequins
that stare at him
and some
of them point
with their rigid arms
The dog shows his
fangs and
starts tearing them apart
one by one
until not a single
stupid mannequin is left on
its rigid feet
then everything feels
better
the room lightens
up
It’s been the best
goddamn dream in
a long, long while
Dogs deserve their revenge
upon the world
Even if it’s just a dream
You can’t meet in
dreams
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By the Mighty Mumford 