I often have many different dreams set in the same city,
that are very bleak and longing...
In a harrowing city of quietude and emptiness, of violence and horrors,
the same wrecked city that is more familiar to me than any real city,
a specific welcoming city, where i feel at home and could direct you to the pub or the firehouse- Or the lot where they kill people, and eat them.
and sad houses, and desire running up the north main street, and down through the park and families that I hate to live upon.
and terror of us, in dark streets and abandonment that grows, and unfamiliarity - wild, unchecked - in lots behind it all.
and across from the colossus -
and not by choice
the city turns back on you in small ways and gaps -
and you wreck yourself upon it.
Anyway, that is how my dreams go.