Thank you to the Slasher Monster Magazine team, for publishing my poem in their truly awesome Magazine, and thanks “Team” for the gruesome artwork, quite a sickly looking, messed up stew !!
Have you ever had that weird fantasia sort of dream.
Where you can’t see beyond the silver screen.
Greyness is black and red is green.
Straight lines are wavering slivery beams.
Stitched inside your brain’s sewn-up seams.
Bagged and tagged a pale corpse unseen.
Blueness in blood and plasma in streams.
Like chunky bittersweet rhubarb pie and cream.
Being injected directly into your open arteries.
Hallucinating a mad, mindless vortex of fun and games.
Spiralling outside in moonshine, as bleak bedroom coldness reigns.
Over mountains made of bland home-style rabbit stew.
Slowly eaten with a wooden teaspoon, hundreds of times.
Digested, your tummy gurgles and ejects buckets of spew.
While a hairless dog chases the postie’s bike, a whistle screams.
Dawn awakened to ice-covered broken plates and frozen lakes.
Shattered upon creek-bed rocks and your floor’s underlay.
This nightmare dream begun in April and ended dismayed.
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