A DREAM I DREAMT

Once in a blue moon, my dreams I do recall

a lot I dream, with nought to show when I alas awake.

but on this soulless night, with not a start to dust the sky,

I did my dream recall and with horror, promptly cringe.

This sleep activity was invited by my awake stupidity.

Forget I said stupidity, I happen to be my best abuser but

In this horrible sleep, I happened upon my child.

As cute as the gods dained and flying high was his energy still.

behold, a bowl of grapes, filled to the brim and falling afloor

This child of mine is but ten months. what business has he with them grapes?

But its a dream so up can be down and down can be fucked so walk and talk this baby did.

upon his two left legs, he walked to grab a greedy hand of grapes.

Dream oh dream, free me that I may rush to him and rescue his hide from death unknown.

Upon an unseen roots stood my left foot while the right fought for freedom.

Why couldn't I move? Might I suppose the universe considered his humour?

A mother is a little god but in this nightmare, I assumed a big god

For I invoked the pain and damned the stain as I ripped my rooted foot from the hinges.

They were hinges but pained like no hinges I knew.

Imagine with me, a panicked mama bunny, hopping to her baby.

I hopped, hopped, hopped and hopped some more but fate was a three-nippled bitch

As if in a dream, in this dreams I dreamt, he shovled further away the closer I hopped.

in earnest, the chocking began and I dove, not like a bunny. damn the bunny.

No, I dove like a twice pissed off python after a prey and the prey was my son.

I finally got my hands on him and hurray, right? Heimlick manuvour, yes?

Wrong, indeed we dream for I began to violently, shake my fruit of womb.

What horror, oh what horror for try as I could, I could not stop and neither did the wailing.

The grape emerged from his throat and then i was freed from the grip of dream, but to sleep again that night would be to challenge the gods themselves.