To: Debbie Silas
DEM=> I just woke up (took a Saturday nap). Was killing some
DEM=>sort of huge sluggish snake that was at home in water as in
DEM=> The more I killed, the bigger they got, and more of them.
DEM=>Had to pull myself out of dreamland when it was getting out
DEM=>of control (Whew!).
DS> (Shuddering) Not the type of dream to inspire a poem eh? ;)
Slithering, sliding, and skulking,
You insinuate your slimy, scaly self,
Into my deepest untroubled slumber.
In my disgust, I instinctively
Lash out in fear, nauseated with
Primal memories of your ancestors.
Somehow I have a shovel, only to discover that in
Retribution for my attack you have
Spawned obscene twins of yourself and now I must
Put forth a greater effort as you are aware,
Watching me with your obsidian serpent's eyes,
Snickety-Snaking your forked tongue at me,
Savoring the spoor of my essence as you visualize
Your mighty coils of stylized
Turgid flesh, wrapped tightly about me and
squeezing the mortal breath from my body.
I see your bony snout, your knobby eyebrow ridges,
I sense your evil snake-thoughts in my being, as you
Unblinkingly contemplate my approaching demise.
I am compelled to attack, by a deep-felt
Fear and revulsion for your deadly deliberation.
But, by attacking I appear
To be granting you even more strength, and
Increasing your numbers. I observe you
Surrounding me, as you slither through the
Rancid, inky, scum-covered water, your pale
Jade and tar-black mosaic of outer skin,
Camouflages your dark squirming diabolical essence.
There! I detect the movement of your twisted
Trail, under the sand, trying to slip unnoticed,
To my rear, to catch me off guard!
I strike again and again with my shovel,
Somehow I fortuitously strike and manage to
Sever your head, but turning, I see more,
More, ever MORE! Wait! My eye is drawn to one,
Malevolent and primal. More obscene than the others
Among you, he has captured my attention.
I spin and drive my inadequate spade at its plump,
Broad coils. But its leathery scales impede my attack.
As a result, it is you that now gaze,
Directly into my spirit. I shrivel inside, as your
Chilling, primitive thoughts penetrate my very being.
Oh sweet Jesus! To my rear, I see movement everywhere!
There are teeming, unnumbered thousands of you!
Again I spin about, you're slithering closer, your
Glistening, slimy bodies forming a deadly noose
About me that draws tighter, and I shudder in anguish
Fearing I am about to lose my immortal soul!
A feather touch at my ankle! Whipping about, I am stunned
By the squirming, teeming count of your brothers and sisters.
Your numbers continue to multiply, your
Gathering is ungodly huge, countless hordes!
Swiveling, I feel a nudge at my other ankle, and I
Frantically deliver an ineffectual thrust
At the nearest reptile. In turning, I falter,
I slip, I am stumbling, and falling into
The fetid water with you! I scream in terror,
Pleading for someone to notice, to come to my aid!
The tepid swamp water closes over my head and I
Try desperately to hold my breath . . .
Hughnah!! I bolt up, throwing off my
covers as I awaken,
The residual ooze of sweat soaking my pillow
Making it a sodden lump. The vaporizing tendrils of my
Nightmare cling persistently to my mind,
Trying desperately to remain alive!
But I am now awake, my heart pounding
Chest as I drink in huge gulps of air,
As the echoes of my scream fade
In the distance, I will not again,
Lay my head down this night and give you
License to reappear and conclude your evil plot.
Written by Dale E. Malone, Heh
Heh Heh Heh, sweet dreams!
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Last modified: April 26, 2009