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Van Winkle’s Nightmare

Van Winkle’s Nightmare

Van Winkle sleeps under the weeping willow tree

To try to forget the things he did see

Antique words feed freedom’s steady diet

As small pebbles hit windowpanes thrown by quiet riots

Small drops fall down making puddles in the roads

They weave pass faces of silent hypnotized toads

They stare at pictures they secretly cannot see

Wrapped in the pleasant fog of mediocrity

Leviathan awash in the lake of untamed beast

The Lion and the Leopard partake in an unmanly feast

Unpopulated libraries stolen word by word

As the last librarian is thinned from the herd

Trailers of Dandelion’s discreetly put into places

To camouflage the scars on unwashed faces

Lapdogs held at bay by cryptic pegs in chains

Pickled pints of delusions pour down the drains

Unknown children bellow forth cries in vain

Once they were known by another name

Now put aside for profit and convenience sake

Untold hushed ripples left behind in the wake

Cicero has been silenced by new speak

The mounted strong fleeced by the weak

Van Winkle awakes from his long snore

He looks around to see that his home is no more

As the willow hopelessly continues to weep

Van Winkle takes his potion and goes back to sleep

Life In An Electric Chair

Life In An Electric Chair

I sit in the middle of a room

There is only darkness all around

Through the window I can not see

I hear voices that are singing

Singing that old Don't Do This Too hymn

Somebody stands me up and walks me down the dark hallway

In front of me stands a big metal door

On each side of me I hear voices crying

Please don't let me be the next one

As I step through the door I see

The strapping chair they sit me in

In front of me I see the ghost faces

The faces of all those I have done wrong

Some are screaming

It's about time

Others sit and stare in painful silence

As they put the dark cloth over my eyes

I think of my past

All the things I should and shouldn't have done

Suddenly a jolt of energy runs through my body

And I can think no more

I feel the skin melt from my bones

As the smoke fills the air aloft

And my brain turns to mush

My last thought is I have finally escaped my pain

But then

I suddenly awake in the middle of a room

With only darkness all around

As it all starts over again

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this based on a Twilight Zone episode.

When sleeping things open their eyes

They opened a door that should have remained closed;
walked a pathway that leads into the hidden place, from dark experiments that awakened
what should have remained asleep.
Their ignorance of the old ways would consume them; body and soul.

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