again with the wee poem



I had this dream one of the elder gamblers died while one my table. He’s this older guy, one of the few white regulars in the casino, everyone likes him because he never complains or gets psychotic. anyway he had a heart attack and was taken away and I finally had to tell the floorman on his behalf, “seat open.” And then some greasy fuckhead comes up and starts playing with my chips, or I don’t remember exactly what he did in this dream, but it made me angry and I grabbed his head and threatened to stick a pen through his face. It had that weird quality of a dream I felt I’d had before, but I’ve had many dreams like that which I don’t think I’ve actually had twice. I don’t know if I’ve ever had a dream twice, I don’t know if that’s possible. Anyway I don’t really know what the dream’s about, but it was intense. I think I have some repressed aggression.