nightmare

Part of me wakes screaming at night
like a runaway truck with evil teeth
its hard and cold--it hurts like steel
rips everything apart like rotten meat

The crystal breaks and turns to dust
the patterned beast it does not bleed
the pharmaceuticals course through my head
but the captive muse is still not freed

i hear the footsteps on the wall
the man without hands reaches for me!
but he shrinks back from the horrid sight--
the volume of the screaming tree!

when will the time come to regress?
to roll into that Neanderthal sphere
and curse the day that i evolved
to shed that microprocessor tear

inhale deep the vulgar wind
the cube of nothingness set free
when comes the time of fancy dress?
the bird of death--it pecks at me...