Sunday, November 24, 2024

A Poet's Nightmare

Awake, I shake! Enslaved by a parade of  bad-day dreamscapes:


Where ebony elephants hang on tiny tightropes by twisted trunks,

And wailing walruses waltz within reels of jeering jester's junk.

Odd-shaped ostriches oscillate in time to foul trouble's onslaught

Of demented demons daintily dancing to tunes of torment's insults.

AI void, crude humanoids, splatter fear's page with their enraged moods

That echo mothball musty, hairball dusty, cobweb-cornered courtrooms ,

Where speeches vented by vicious victims cry for vengeance

And judges scowl cruel lies aloud until the proud erupt in violence.

Grey-ghoulish offspring juries sing off-key curses that rouse the rubble,

Bursting bubbles of glee that float aloft freed from seas of roaring trouble.


Dare I dream the swift demise 

              of those who chose to avert their eyes

from my jumbled Rubik cube disguise?


Damned am I, emersed in my own stew of maniacal madness.

Dare I try to fly sorrow-stained skies of my self-contrived sadness?

Spare me with gratitude's grace and tear me from this imperfect place

Where horror's haze haunts inhumanely, this half-human born disgrace.

Here deep, the clever never dare to sleep, for fear that an unreality

Might crust their eyes behind the guise of a vain-wanton futility

And forever steer them blindly, unkindly into their egoic vanity.

Oh, take me pleasantly please into peaceful ease of slumber's silent sanity.


Shake me awake ! Save me from my plagued midnight poet's grave.



Lest I swallow.......

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~P.S. Colley

Summer 2024

Rev. Nov. 2024



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A Poet's Nightmare

Awake, I shake! Enslaved by a parade of  bad-day dreamscapes: Where ebony elephants hang on tiny tightropes by twisted trunks, And wailing w...