My Worst Nightmare

My Worst Nightmare David J Walker My worst nightmare is And he paused before The mistakes could escape His lips Frozen in a moments time The cast-iron statue Resisted the rust But could not trust His slips In a moments memory long past its prime My worst nightmare is Thus and such “The skilly use of words had not forsaken him” a boyish touch A scally lad A cad in the making Though not so much In the literal meaning My worst nightmare is And he paused again In the dim light of A pale dawn To shrug off the last Yawn of an early morning after Wanton vandals Invading his deepest dreams Without warning Stealing the Mise-en-scène Again And again