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He Was Just a Deadhead: Mystic

In a scary nightmare, I woke in a mystical place
where my old Singer floated next to your face
You wore that smirk that always made me twitch
so I used that old machine, and I began to stitch
your lips together to prevent you from lying
and your eye lids shut to keep you from spying

Were my shears too sharp? Was it I who beheaded you?
OOPS! Not a slipsy. It was something I meant to do.
I was able to find a bobbin,  and a needle to thread
and my seams will assure that you remain dead.
I used your hair for hemming black fabric scraps
and fashioned a sort of shroud without holes or flaps

I'll not take a chance that this nightmare might return
so I will set you ablaze; your ashes sealed in an urn.
If this is only a dream, then I've not committed a sin,
but thinking about your schemes and that hidious grin,
I confess I am considering it to be a very cunning idea.
No more nightmares about a deadhead will I need to fear


*With apologies for being a bit freaky, but the photo took control.*

9/17/2017
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Barden Avatar
October 5, 2017 at 6:56 AM
Really refreshing and unusual, Lin, and I LOVE that kind of imagination and creative acumen ... enjoyed this very much! Blessings and congratulations on your well-deserved win, my friend! :-)
Barden Avatar
October 5, 2017 at 7:08 AM
That's what keeps us young, I think ... people say I'm immature, and I say "Thank you!"! ;-)
Lane Avatar
October 5, 2017 at 7:00 AM
I laughed when I saw the picture and just went with my first thoughts. LOL Thanks very much, Greg. Imaginations are such wonderful gifts.
Medders Tobechi Avatar
October 4, 2017 at 9:30 PM
A way out imagination for this one. Well written. Congratulations.
Lane Avatar
October 5, 2017 at 6:59 AM
Thanks very much, Janis. It was such a weird picture, so I got a little weird writing it.
La France Avatar
October 4, 2017 at 1:54 PM
Lin, wow I loved this freaky write, congratulations !
Lane Avatar
October 4, 2017 at 4:34 PM
"Freaky" it is. Thanks, Constance.
Hoffman Avatar
September 19, 2017 at 9:33 AM
Awesome clever depiction of a sort of freaky fellow! Good luck in the contest Lin!~Che :)
Lane Avatar
September 19, 2017 at 7:26 PM
It IS definitely freaky. lol Thanks Che.
Pandit Avatar
September 18, 2017 at 7:25 AM
This is thinking outside the box--while dark, the poem emanates from a creative mind--well written, Lin--best wishes for a win!!
Lane Avatar
September 18, 2017 at 7:54 AM
Thanks very much, Vijay. I had to laugh at myself when I was writing it.
Sivey Avatar
September 17, 2017 at 5:05 PM
HA! You have surely written a magnificently frightening write but filled with such humor as well! Yes this picture is very strange, and your poem accentuates this strangeness! I really enjoyed reading this hilarious poem this afternoon! What a beautifully written masterful piece, Great Work!!
Lane Avatar
September 17, 2017 at 7:54 PM
It's a scary picture, but the humor made it a titch less so. Thanks as ever for your grand comments, Russell.
Andresen Avatar
September 17, 2017 at 12:47 PM
- Hide all tracks ... - A nightmare that can cause trauma to anyone ... I get goosebumps, Lin - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Lane Avatar
September 17, 2017 at 7:53 PM
I think I had someone in mind when I was writing this one. haha Thanks, Anne-Lise.
Wanter Avatar
September 17, 2017 at 12:40 PM
I'm laughing and "creeping out" all at once. What a bizarre sense of humor you wrote.
Lane Avatar
September 17, 2017 at 7:52 PM
Thank you so much, Sunlite. It was a fun write.
Allison Avatar
September 17, 2017 at 12:26 PM
The pic is freaky Lin and I think you well and truly stitched him up lol:-) hugs Jan xx
Lane Avatar
September 17, 2017 at 12:30 PM
Vienna found the picture, and it really is freaky. She said to have fun and I did. I think cremating that deadhead was the way to go. lol Thanks a bunch, Jan.
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