Twisted Dreamz

Taunting nightmares emerge in the night Wiggling their way through the gray to appear In sharp colored images of the acute hindsight Shooed away from the light of reality’s sear Torched to misty nothings in busy moments Endlessly they wait for the dark they don’t fear Damned is the path that flows with heart’s intent Doubly damned in the wishful forgetting Rousing demons that thrive on torments Etching, they grind-scratch in a bloodletting Amorphous artists that rearrange the real Making sure there’s a sensed regretting Zealously, they carve into the now surreal (8/25/2020: ’96 Sea Ray 400; Bethel Is.)