In the Nightmare Version of Dreams

Getting all hacked up by confetti holograms
In a conical stream
Like a lariat tights and stalking
A wall perforated with holes
Screams disco ball strobe lights
Walking hermaphrodite hairspray fire escape
Old horse murder victim road away on
Day and night
Night and Day
Chopping up frenzy
Bloodshot eye shadow stalker
Angry lot attendant
Bent over lover falling down a stairless staircase
Or a ramp or whatever
Hammering a chisel head
Sitting on a chain link fence
Mid lake in Mid sentence in Mid nowhere
To squander
To lay to rest
To heavenly hold and bare chest
Wreath of bright red berries
Holster for arrow
Carving skin off a skull
And playing an organ under bright lights
Brightly played notes like bloody tears on a bloody window
Dripping with a gallon of horse blood
Smeared by an angry farmer or one of his fucked up children
Fresh from slaughter on any given Sunday
It will be there mosaic and phosphorescent
Like a blood nativity scene
From a bloody Elizabethan nightmare scene
Like a screen of blood clogging wind flow
Through a net of tide together holes evenly divided
Like matchbook matches or a bag of bags
Or book's pages bound by machine
Broken silence broken by the sound of silence broken
Anybody can drown in any body of water
Can anybody be saved from being bloody murdered on any given Sunday
By an angry father or one of his fucked up children
Angry at being fathered in the first place he fucked a hermaphrodite
In a frenzy
Falling down holster
Bent over being fucked
Bleed sheep's blood
Hammering a chisel head
Bloody tears on a bloody window pane
Strangled by a drunk cowboy's lariat
In the Nightmare Version of Dreams