Chaw

Night opened on her stalk and fed me a nectar of endless recursion: I am watching myself watching myself watching myself live a life, duly insured and mortgaged and stumbling over toy wagons blocking the walk. I am taking her literal nipple into my mouth and reaching for a waist as smooth as smoked glass, until the sound of chewing wakes me and I lie in the dark trying to remember what’s real. In the morning, will I really find a fist-sized hole behind the kitchen sink crawling with carpenter ants? Will the porcupine chatter at me from behind a non-functioning church organ in my dining room? And what about the mice pulling their tails through their teeth? Outside the window, a dry retching as the feral housecat regurgitates her own black fur. It could be anything.

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  1. Don’t you wish you could put the good dreams on “Pause” and hit the “Resume” button after hopefully going back to sleep?

    Course, anything with the word ‘mortgage’ in it may not be the good dream. (grin)

    Nice poem, Dave. Thanks for the always great words to chew on.

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  2. rarebit for supper?

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  3. Thanks for the comments.

    Don’t you wish you could put the good dreams on “Pause” and hit the “Resume” button after hopefully going back to sleep?
    Sometimes I can, actually. But not as often as I like. I’m a fairly lucid dreamer, which is a bit of a double-edged sword.

    rarebit for supper?
    Nope. Broccoli and mushroom quiche.

    There, there, all over now!
    How can you be sure?

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  4. cheese…was your quiche cheesy? cheese makes all the difference in dream time.

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  5. So I’ve heard. Yeah, it was cheddarlicious! (Not very authentic, I know, but we were out of Swiss, and besides, everything tastes better with cheddar.)

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  6. …you make me sad.
    I thought this was going to be about chewing tobacco.

    Ode to Dipping Snuff.

    Chaw seeketh not Itself to please
    Nor for itself hath any care;
    But for another gives its ease,
    And builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.

    Toxins delivered lightening fast,
    To Nicotene receptors it gives repast.
    A more efficient delivery system cannot be found
    Than moist tobacco finely ground.

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  7. Thanks for the light verse – always a great thing to find in a comment thread.

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