Nightmares make more sense sometimes

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Log jammed

Flim flammed

Candy man

Can't seem to get m' head out

Of the ashcan,

Straw man,

 

Go slow, too much

Sleep, my mind erupts

Hesitations recalculations

Abstractions and personifications,

I pull stuffings from orifices and

Count bedbugs gnawing in my

Head,

 

Compassionate Buddha stares at

Me fish-eyed and wonders

Who will eat me,

Words are lethal weapons, are heat

Seeking missiles, destroy everything

In its crosshairs, the director says cut

 

Duality is crossed

The edge of the blade is sharp

And honed,

A whet stone

 

Imprisons me.

 

 

 

 

 

Ana