Menagerie

Menagerie: A Full Moon Dream

The storm torn sea

Slithers and bites at my canoe.

Rain cuts my skin as I flee

Towards the island of bamboo.

A great stone wall

Leers and jeers at my very soul.

A faint call keeps me enthralled

As I mine, creating a hole.

The wall crumbles.

A large muddy moat lies beyond,

Hippos and crocs and umbles

Among the flowers, toads, and fronds.

Memories Etched

Creating many stained glass tales.

A great spacious building tetched

And held together by entrails.

A tick ticking.

The building groans and collapses.

A tiger springs magicking

A dragon turns into an apses.

The altar turns

Revealing a rainbow portal,

Running through it churns and burns

Where I’m no longer a mortal.

A black stained goat

Wishing for family bonding,

But getting shot in the throat

And left without true belonging.

The goat transforms

Into my baby and self!

Acceptance…now I’ve conformed

To be put on the picture shelf.

Tears envelop

The shelf flooding me off and down.

A snug tunnel develops

Water ensnares and traps to drown.

My baby morphs,

Disjointing and elongating,

Into a large squid that dwarfs

Me as I tread water, jaw gaping.

The squid latches

Onto me and with much struggle

I have some bites and gashes

Escaping, swimming from trouble.

My heart pounding,

My muscles aching and screaming,

Woosh… tentacles surrounding.

All I can think of is fleeing.

A ceiling hole!

I hide and pray it passes by,

With baited breath, I stay whole

As the squid lets out a cry.

It rushes on

And I exhale with much relief.

I swim down now the squid’s gone

And find myself in a tea leaf.

My tea leaf seat

In a semi truck with my spouse,

Who is oh so very sweet,

And our dog who becomes a grouse

My dearest aunt

Fills her car with gas from the ground.

A random rude trucker haunts.

She listens to his grievous wounds.

He yells and swears

At her about my spouse’s kilt

Where she offers tear shaped pears

Hoping to stop his twisted jilt.

My spouse consoles

My dear aunt of all her hurt feelings;

As I climb out and grab souls

For my own violent proceedings.

I snatch the dude

And drag him from his old semi.

He scratches and is so crude,

So I throw him near a chevy.

I punch and scratch

Him bloodied and battered and bruised,

Like we’re in a boxing match,

My fury out like I’m infused.

Infused with booze

Relying on adrenaline

And seeing all the blood ooze

Like I’m cutting some venison.

My vision blurs

As my blood sugar seems to drop.

I fall back landing on furs

Releasing my rage with a flop.

A wet nose boops

My own nose with licks to my cheek.

I see a very big black floof

As the bed splays early sun streaks.