Fridgerator Trauma
Fridgerator trauma
Electrolux kerosene refrigerator,
Brought a sound not so sweet potater,
Must have been back about forty nine,
The Boogie man was doing fine,
Om, om, om, om, says the instigator,
The grey dead ones stood round my bed,
I couldn’t speak nor raise my head,
Never spoke of it or even said,
Until a time much later,
It got that way most every night,
That I was paralysed with fright,
My darkness held this awe filled sight,
The grey ones, of sour nature,
The om om om says Krishna law,
Opens third eye a little more,
A four year old wanted it shut for sure,
So I jammed the bastard tight,
Seems I got it right,
It don’t open now no more:}
But still they seem to come to me,
The dead do speak incessantly,
A light touch and words do come,
Come to the purple room, son,
And there you will see,
White ant has been, paint bubbly, {termite}
Dads thoughts flowed to me chum,
NO doubt about this one,
It happens frequently?
Don Johnson
So I had this trauma as a child,
it got that way with the om om om of the refrigerator,
that a click would open the door in my head,
the all seeing one came to my bed,
a chill was in the air ,
cos I was captured there,
in my bed,
no escape the dread boogy man of fear,
with staring eyes so bloody near ,
begone you bastard Fred :}
I’d feel the door opening and would finally force it shut,
I didn’t want to see the mongrel mob :}
But I was only four ???
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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