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The Nightmare Merchant

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I don’t like yelling

At people in my sleep

I wake up

Remembering

Feel the anger

And the uselessness

Wanting to fix things

By the light of day

I’m working out things,

I guess

Letting my subconscious

Wander freely, too freely

Maybe

I wake up with a headache

Worse than usual

With no revelation,

Either

Wondering why revel

Is in revelation

There certainly had been no party

While I slept

And dreamed bad dreams

The last dream to remember

While I’m awake today

Between the sub- and the con-,

I’ll be working on it

Still

Half-part wanting to repair

Everything,

Half-part wishing that,

Like Bartleby,

I’d really rather not

Or like Bartleby

Deal in nightmares

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C L Couch

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Imagine my surprise, nay, my consternation, when without moving from his privacy, Bartleby in a singularly mild, firm voice, replied, “I would prefer not to.”

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Iceland

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