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Strangers have taken over
my body, shameless homesteaders
who stake their claim
like old time California gold miners

The men are elderly with gray beards
and drive horse and buggy carriages
the women wear dresses that hug the floor
there are no children no dogs
just one black cat with a pointed tail

The town crier keeps me awake all night
a court jester roams at will through my dreams
a king dressed as a queen winks at me
an army of red ants crawl inside my head
A monster hides under my bed
howls to be fed

a midget woman courts my favors
offers herself in twenty-eight exotic flavors
the night collapses like
a home under the weight of a bulldozer

I’m summoned to appear before a military tribunal
my good conduct medal called into question

A rip-tide tears at my brain cells
my landlord cancels my lease
the judge gives me a stern look
declares it a mistrial

The bailiff writes down his cell number
tells me to give him a call
whispers he has a hot three-some
he thinks I might be interested in

The son of Frankenstein
shows me the way to the rooftop where
down below a faceless mob waits
with pitchforks and torches

A drummer boy from the civil war
works his way into my heart
Betsy Ross hands me a confederate flag
The night an insatiable nymph feasts on my flesh
leaves me a dead man laid out
beneath a sea of stars

  A.D. Winans