A Nightmare

Erwin’s orange tabby isn’t dead. You must open the box, Coax it to come out. Stroke its poor neglected head. Ivan was a good boy, Yet he took a great fall, Tumbled off the wall, struck his head, But he wasn’t dead. Electric shocks until he bled, He drooled and his belly leapt. Couldn’t quite get his fill, It was a curse, yet a thrill. Cruel it is to let Julia beg, In your hands her tired head- She trembles, she isn’t dead, Give her your dreams instead. -ARCantu, 05/19/2023

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Michael Maul

Date: 10/18/2023 6:43:00 PM

This is good writing.

Ann Cantu
Date: 2/5/2024 9:16:00 AM

Thanks. I appreciate that.

Tony Hargreaves

Date: 8/25/2023 12:59:00 PM

Shrodingers's cat still bothers me. I am entangled with quanta. Enjoyed your poem. Tony.

Ann Cantu
Date: 2/5/2024 9:18:00 AM

I think Schrödinger's cat should bother all of us. lol Thanks Tony!

Jerry T Curtis

Date: 8/25/2023 3:53:00 AM

This is what I call poetry, and the subconscious is where it comes from. Well done.

Ann Cantu
Date: 2/5/2024 9:16:00 AM

Thank you so much for your thoughtful response.

Timothy Ray

Date: 5/22/2023 4:07:00 PM

i can see the problem, you need to cease sleeping.... vignettes that are somewhat to the point disappear into the next..i am befuddled

Ann Cantu
Date: 5/24/2023 2:56:00 PM

More like I need to sleep soundly. I’ll give you the explanation I gave on my Logophiles Facebook group. [This crazy sounding verse was a track along my weird train of thought from Schrödinger’s cat, Ivan Petrovich Pavlov, of Pavlov’s dog fame, then a song by the band Pavlov’s Dog, entitled Julia. Peeking into my mind is a nightmare in itself. Queue Ozzy singing Crazy Train.]