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Picture Credits:
Arachnids crawling in crypts of corruption invoke primeval fears,
worse than dreaming you’re in 6th grade history class and naked.
Everyone has their own personal recurrent nightmare -
wonder what would happen, if you didn’t wake up – insanity?
Would the fear smack you crazy like some psychodrama bludgeon?
It’d be bad as a cracked LP - needle stuck in some gibbering melody
a delirious ditty – a “can’t get it out of my head” melody
ululating like a mad track from “Scream” - reinforcing the fear
in the end, making you pray for the Buck Frontier or the bludgeon.
Pellucidar returns, Moon Maiden from Mars prances nakedly
with Edgar Rice Burroughs back from the grave – it’s either insanity
or some of the dramatis personae from your private nightmare.
So what about those do-loop, fever-induced, rocking,socking nightmares
where the grim pit creature awaits pensive, slavering while the dire melody
plays on and on and on – and the only escape is insanity?
Spiders are nothing by comparison to mind-created fears -
I’d almost rather face a fear-factor room full of tarantulas naked
than be subjected to the sick tortures of the mind f*ck bludgeon.
The thing I loathe about Sestinas is when a fated word like “bludgeon”
(that you speciously pulled out of your derriere) becomes a nightmare
as you try vainly to incorporate the bad choice - so it shows up naked
and obvious as a condom in a collection plate, or incessant bad melody
and the fruition of your endeavors is just another source of fear
to drive you over the edge (or at least to the brink) of insanity…
As society evolves (quaint concept - clearly it’s devolving) insanity
becomes increasingly acceptable and bleeding heart liberals bludgeon
us with how it’s okay to have gay proms in junior high – my worst fear
is that we will not permit our youth even a fair shot at normalcy and nightmarish
tolerability will corrupt them before mature decisions can chose their melody
and then again, what the hell is normal anyway, once you’re both naked?
Most people, if honest, admit excitement by dreams where they’re naked.
Freud and Breuer can be hysterical if they want to, but its’ not insane.
We are each unique entities and dance to different melodies.
(Now, here comes that frigging word again, that ubiquitous bludgeon!)
Whew! that’s over (till the envoy)…actually, living a nightmare.
I keep hearing David Bowie’s nasal verse about the Spiders from Mars, I fear.
No excuse to be running around naked with an unsheathed bludgeon,
(7 bludgeons- count em …yecch!) insanity is preferred to this waking nightmare.
Guess I’ll obliviously dance to my own melody and just forget about fear.
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