Living the Nightmare

Living The Nightmare by Odin Roark Awake in a nightmare He leaves scratches Atop the licorice ribbon His winding street Through utopian cotton candy Blowing in the wind Once of gale force A temper now but a breeze His sack of intangible gold dust Best sprinkled along dreamer’s highway Through the burial grounds Of hearts left pumping airless wonder While white bones aka jazz sticks Tumble rhythms across Weeded skins stretched taut Joining deserts come alive With blooming orchids now drenched In sweet lather of well chewed delusions How rich this person of interest Ready not for judgment’s road kill Even as heavenly vultures bemoan While fireflies emblazon life’s levitation Along the trail left behind Inviting guilt to whirl dervishly Into emotions of joyful release How fortunate the enigma Graveyards of living continue Where pious mountainous gestures Stillborn by self-righteousness Cartwheel their legless forms With the glee of sophistry Knowing so well What can never be known Such is puzzled innocence awakened Once wrapped ugly by confessional tears