Okay had a dream the other night in which I was fighting off Zombie hordes led by Bruce Campbell aka Ash from the Evil Dead films. I admit the poem is a tad weird and all over the place.. but so are dreams.
Zombie haunted sleep
Packed doorways, broken windows
Space contracting, life on threshold
Shambling hordes closing
Hackneyed plot, mono-syllabic script
Undead Bruce Campbell leading legions of living dead
While Iggy Pop warbles in the background movie score
Singing for Brraains!!
Soft shoe shuffle of Doom!!!
Unfazed by falling from bone maggot ripe flesh
The only thing I fear is the death knell click of an empty shotgun
Holding my own in lurid dream carved rooms
Never winning, not losing
Metaphor, symbol and Freudian nuance
What moments are being trawled by the subconscious
Sitting staring blankly at a thought-leech screen?
Automatic pilot everyday life?
Or mundane routine monster of the known?
Eyes suddenly flick open
As morning smashes night fed shows
Memory switches to backup before the virus of the now corrupts all
I awake amused and bemused
While my muse groans in her grave
“virus of the now”
– love that.
nice work
x
Comment by frank — April 13, 2009 @ 9:02 am |