Memories of my death

I can remember that I was held under

Long enough for my lungs to tear themselves asunder.

I can remember trying to fight back,

Without any breath, my body just a sack.

I can remember that I screamed and screamed,

Screamed so long I thought I dreamed

The time without screaming, the drowning and pain,

Screamed until I broke, I was no longer sane.

Then, if I’m right, I think I died,

I… I think I actually died.

If I died… Then am I a ghost?

Doomed to wander this bleak coast.

I remember my death. What now?

I can’t stay, I must move on? But how?

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King Worthless

I watched the movie The Cell, and I found its subject matter of entering other people’s dreams interesting. I started toying with the thought of a rescue operation of a person stuck in someone else’s world going wrong, which led to this:

 

They sent me, the one they could spare

To save one of us from the sorcerer’s snare.

Who would have known that this world not true

Would become my home, and I greet you.

Hail, King Worthless! I offer my greetings

In this most auspicious of all possible meetings

I came for a friend in your nightmare land

But it is more familiar than the back of my hand.

I think I will take over and make it my domain

The world you created inside your puny brain.

See? I took your crown without trying

Such a worthless king, cheating and lying

Hoping to keep your subjects in line

If it were me, I would take what is mine

Take it with my power, absolute and awesome,

I will take it all and make this world blossom.

I think it is time for you to not exist

You never were with a flick of my wrist.

Now, my friend, please do not cry,

I think now it is time for you to die.

You are the link to the real world, the last

When you are gone I will not have a past.

I will be king, my reign will be free

Now even God can’t stand before me!

Squirrel dreams

If I was a tree, I would shake, shake, shake,

My stumpy, thick trunk to keep squirrels awake,

Until enough leaves fall down to form a bed,

On which they can fall and not bump their head.

Squirelling business can be exhausting

And taking a nap will help their defrosting.

I’d look over them and eat their dreams,

Dozens of delicate brown-green streams.

Quick panic dreams are like fast food,

They leave a greasy taste, fear and dread stewed.

Dreams of eating and eating some more:

Your ordinary feast that comes with a boar.

The dreams of squirrel babies sweet and short,

Oddly contain scenes straight from Agincourt.

Sometimes the dream that I’m gorging on,

Comes to a halt and then it’s just gone.

That’s when I know that one has died,

Maybe an old one couldn’t breathe on its side.

I don’t know if what I do hurts,

If it’s in the center or just the outskirts,

Of their life and if they even notice,

If it’s the leaves or the center of their lotus.

I can’t ask and I can’t know,

I’ll keep eating and eating, though.

One leg missing

I can’t wear my trousers today,

I misplaced my leg while dreaming of ballet.

It wasn’t in my pillowcase, I already checked,

Which is where it likes to go hide if I’m correct.

So I can’t come, I’ll look like a fool,

One leg empty is not very cool.

I’ll whiff Mr. Pirate Pageant once again,

And leave winning contests to more-legged men.

Unless… do you think that it’s against the rules?

Bah, I don’t care, if so, they’re fools!

I’ll wear the skirt I found as booty,

And still win, it’s my rightful duty.

I know the rules and if they object,

I’ll make their silly heads get the facts checked.

Get my crutch, I’ll soon  beready,

I’ll limp to victory, nice and steady.