Please Learn To Call Me In Your Dreams, Pt. 1

Please Learn To Call Me In Your Dreams, Pt. 1

I am almost asleep, but not quite

the phone rings as if it might be

part of some sadistic dream

I am turning into a nightmare

but, I get it, finally

I wake up and grab the vibrating thing

just before it falls to the floor

"Hey, did I wake you?"

I am not quite aware

enough to answer

truthfully

"No, I was just laying here...uh,

on the couch..."

the lie pulls me into consciousness

"So, are you going to send me that piece

you wrote for the upcoming issue?"

I hesitate a moment, WTF is she...oh, yeah...

                                                          the piece...right...

"I have it almost ready, a couple

more days is all...is that gonna work for you?"

I am not really sure what day it is or what

upcoming refers to in any sort of time frame

"Well, I want to look it over and give you feedback, is all."

go fuck yourself, I will wipe your genetic code from the face of existence

"You know, tie up all the loose ends, typos, cut the fat, an editor has to

do her job."

why the fuck did I agree to this...fucking lames that think they can write

or wrestle the meaning of someone's art with their bland machine

with their conformist mechanics, their protogeekist tool hands

their heartless, mindless software residue plans

trying to gum up my fucking works

I gave up killing snitches, traitors, backstabbers along with all other

forms of miscreant DNA drivel so I could live a little bit longer

so I could maybe have a shot at a bit of freedom I was

never able to make happen the way I had been living

since I was just a kid...I gave up...almost...

there are a few thing no one can take from me...

"Yeah, I thought it was the piece you read that you wanted,

why don't you just tell me what you want to do to it? Maybe

it is not what you want after all. Maybe you need another

style of writing that I don't do."

"Well, Andrew,"(I could send someone to your house at 5am

for calling me anything but what you know you should call me...)

"I hope its OK if I call you that? (Actually, no its not, who the fuck

do you think you are?) " Anyway, Andrew, I just wanted to explain

to you that its my job to edit your piece into something that fits into

our literary journal so that it has a cohesion to the rest of the work in there."

why is this persons problem mine all of a sudden?

oh yeah, I was being agreeable with civilians again

they play by a different set of rules

adhere to a different set of principles

they are all politely clawing & scratching

for some recognition in the greatest of

senses for the mediocre choices they have made

they never joined a side, they just asked for protection

from involvement for their capitulation to the hive mentality

they take all these ideas so serious, like freedom under the god

of the constitution that is guaranteed by the armed forces they

turn a blind eye to when the corruption falls onto people at the bottom

of the pile...they are like rabbits used as bait to trap the combatants who

would rather die than give up their allegiance to unfettered freedom of total

refusal to be governed by political manipulations that corrupt people into marks

for the systemic oversight of institutional living with minds held in bondage from

seeing or seeking the truth about the life of the beast that is the human animal as

it stands as one part of a whole universal system that is greater than any construct

of laws that are instituted to give false senses of security to drones of complicity as they

drone on into the future of an antiseptic lock step marching of codified ideations of artistic

output...wait...she is still talking...it seems she has asked a question...I don't have a clue...

"Yeah, I will send it to you in a couple of days...is that okay?"

"Umm, sure...are you okay? Did you understand what I was getting at?"

...this is what I get for being agreeable and lying...I must make amends...

"yeah, look, to be honest, I was sleeping. I don't think your publication is right for me.

nothing personal, but I am more simple in my terms of creation, of creative output...

sorry for the misunderstanding on my part...as for your part, my name is razor...don't

call me if you can't call me by my name...please learn to call me in your dreams from now on...thanks

                                                                                                                                                     good bye"