candyland

[constantine]

only our dreams remember
what we're desperate to forget;
a night deposit for the memory bank
of hot potato red faced memorabilia
made to order for dream noir.
allow me to introduce the house ensemble:
vampire mom smiles lovingly
then attacks like a harpy from hell.
zombie dad could stop her, but he's taking
the remote out for a sleepwalk.
savage siblings flash their pointy teeth
as they drag you into plush carpets of quicksand,
and of course, the return of big brother
with his rendition of the transformation scene
from "I Was a Teenage Werewolf"
(That's Entertainment!)
add to this a recurring cast
of closet dwelling deviants:
Chinny Chin Bo-Bo, his limbs
like steel saran wrap, under the bed
waiting for my eyes to...
he's on me like a straitjacket
laugh shriek chilling chin digging
into the vertebrae that only
your backscratcher knows for sure...
the scene changes - to the basement
listen... weird dark music from
the stygian depths of eldritch horror
drifts vaporously from the slowly
opening closet door beneath the cellar stairs
you can almost begin to....
wah-wah sirens!
strobo flash!!
The Lizard Man - turtle beak and
red vicious fear eating eyes, reptilian
scaly cold rasping metallic hisses
arms undulating,
boneless fleshy graspers
octupi fingers writhe,
a knotted twitchy mass
tense suddenly, alert
unraveling as if by command
they begin to sway
cobra hypnotic, freezing my will
their talon claw tips open like piano lids,
gasping, terrified, I watch as
wormy little snakeys emerge
jerking spasmodically, evil mouths
piping shrill whistle panic in my mind
heads bobbing back and forth,
in and out of their
throbbing scaly finger sheaths...
Jesus Christ!
abominable damnations from a tar pit dementia
symbols of the sequestered shut-ins
from the shadow caves of
gumdrop mountain...
for godsakes man
can someone give me a cigarette?

[gypsyjoker]

not to get literal
or clinical
I lived that
but

only our dreams remember
what we're desperate to forget;

it was the better living through chemistry
the acid taste on my tongue
that put those dreams to rest
now I welcome the demons
bring it on
the last dream was mostly red
but the demons come in rain bow hues too

just a go
hope you don't mind

[constantine]

always a pleasure to see your name next to one of my posts - an even greater pleasure reading them.