Open Poetry #30 |
Sacremental Rubber Duckies |
Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
I don't sleep anymore for nightmares once locked in frightful dream now roam my waking hours Every creak groan of the old wood under my bed or the shrill passing through the shutters as slurred whisper I can feel hands or claws on my neck and all most feel hot brimstone on my face I close my eyes and find them gone was it all but a dream which I would too believe save the green candles burning around my bed and the petagram carved above my head Then I hear the rainbow connection played backwards and I know the satanic kermits have come for me oh dear and me without my sacred rubber ducky. |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
"satanic kermits" ...what a mental picture! |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Liked your title and this, I close my eyes and find them gone was it all but a dream which I would too believe That could be a good thing, yes? Also loved the slurred whisper! Nice~ |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I've heard that song played backwards...spooky, ain't it? |
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dingusjr Member
since 2003-09-24
Posts 415Missouri |
There's some weird stuff going on here....are you ok? |
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Brad Majors
since 2001-04-03
Posts 2647Georgia |
thank you |
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