Jack's Nightmare

Who planted this particular beanstalk? / I wonder,

Somewhere, I hear the ogre intone:

"Fee, fie, foe, fumb!"

And I am running

across cold stone floor

that might be slicked / with blood you know.

Somewhere, I round a corner, and a weeping virgin sex kitten--

(Brought around to my bathroom, in another dream, wherein a young man with fashionable hair remarks that they tried to frame him for the murder of Mabel Normand)

Grabs me by the hand, and sez: "Hey mister, let's hide in here."

IN

HER / e

But this/random cluster fuck / of broken words is quite /

by accident. / But, someone reminded me once, (accidents don't exist)

But, in the dark,

like my cousin and I play doctor at a house party of The Thing / at a 1982 crossroads between a past that could have been and

What Was

We enter darkness. / And dinging bells / hang from cords / in the black ceiling above / but then I hear / the crackle of plastic and realize,

"Those aren't bells / my dear.

These are hanging

spider-like / bodies in plastic bags

/ with nooses taut / around bluish necks bulging.-- in death spasm like beef got caught

in their old tube throats /

on the way from mouth to asshole!"

But these / horrific wind chimes hung / like Seawny Beane victims

From the roof of a dripping / cavernous closet,

But, clapping together in futility, / as we circumnavigate the dark,

They still resound their horror.