Poetry Attempt: Nonsense Nightmare Ramblings

This one was inspired by the dreams of someone close to me. It makes no sense whatsoever. I'm losing whatever small semblance of talent I had. 

 

Untitled Psychic Dream Siphoning Experiment

Click of a faraway machine

A razor-sharp puppet string 

From your ailing skull to mine 

Pulls me in 

Life in reality has gone on long enough 

Slice my eyes open to impossible landscapes 

Bludgeon me with your mania 

Toiling in my corner of the void,

Searching for signs in my bed of broken glass,

And gnawed fingers,

That you still exist.

Dreams splayed out on a bloodied slab 

Hissing IV pumping gravel in the circuitry 

Monochromatic waste of sleep

Subconscious assaulted

And brought to its shivering knees

Slice open your brain stem 

Drown me in whatever pours out.

A flash of significance 

My memories burning in your mouth

It all unfolds 

I’m helpless

Predestined to the fall 

And lost forever 

In images spiraling in the wake 

Behind your sickened somnambulance.

Surrendering to the vision-bearing wraiths

Tripping into the chasm widening between us

Speeding down spectral highways

Witnessing the change of seasons leaving weapons

On the collapsing obsidian cliffside

Wrought-iron fences growing 

Into the dwindling, blinking orb of the sun

Beams of metallic light squelch,

Six feet of leeches 

Sucking up the sky  

You’re stuck in flowers careening into themselves

Spotted with dead fireflies and faded grease paint 

I’m drinking your nosebleed

Siphoning in the slaughtering images 

Of high school rejects, with purple masks of decay, 

Swaying from weeping willows,

Lighting up the catacombs of night,

Blinking orange lights trailing out of their plucked eyesockets.

Somehow their fingernails bleed 

As we pick at and masticate them. 

Interlocked necrotic tongues,

We feel icicles growing in our lungs

Narcotic amusements as illegible embroideries 

Frankensteining our brains.

Dead leaves plastered on our scabbed faces,

The festivals must come to an end,

I’m filling your pierrot eyes with viscous tears  

As we descend further

Into the quarry of blackened weeds

Stretching out with screaming little gummed-up faces 

Squelching and squirming on top,

Dancing madly in painful jubilation 

Against subzero winds

And rapidly aging entrapments. 

I shed my skin

Take apart my ribcage 

And guide you down.

The path forward

Is paved with stopped time

And fossils of dead stars. 

[Your naked body emerges from 

A wooden doll’s red velvet head wound

Bathed in sweet, dusty smell of decay

I plunge my graying lips towards your severed throat

Wrap my thinning, pockmarked arms 

Around the maggots puppeteering your form 

And inhale your shivering

Until your nightmares become mine.]

Eyelids stapled. Teeth falling down my throat,

The headlights give out - identities suddenly lost

I breathe amnesia, I know nothing lasts.

Calcified horns hermetically jutting out of my shorn scalp

Try to blink in and out, 

Rust spills from cobwebbed pores  

Your voice like a cemetery

With body parts overturned from their coffins

In a great serpentine flood

My name is no longer anything

Your words drift into nothingness

We’ve lost control of the dream,

The night stretched out before us 

Is a botched skin graft,

A haphazard vertical slice down the wrist,

An ugly patchwork of torturous imaginings.

Nothing good may come,

As long as we both shall live.