Superhero Dream: A Natural Nastiness Poem

It feels so queer to be all sticking out,
air wiggling around down there
because I had not put on my pants.
That's how it feels in my dream.

Jim sits in front of me on the other bed.
I tell him there is going to be
some kind of disaster, soon.
He laughs.

With the girl whose room I stole
I have to argue face to face
because my wife has other plans.
She doesn't look down.

When everything suddenly freezes,
I also suffocate. Jim turns
into a kind of man fly,
one of THEM no doubt.

I have to break Jim's
mouth parts with my hand.