MAINSTREAM NARRATIVE
(for the students)
the great locomotive
steamed out of the station
built up
momentum
determined to cross
from
ocean to
ocean
but
ran out of track
and crashed
unable to
hold up that weight
on its cardboard wheels
MAINSTREAM NARRATIVE
(for the students)
the great locomotive
steamed out of the station
built up
momentum
determined to cross
from
ocean to
ocean
but
ran out of track
and crashed
unable to
hold up that weight
on its cardboard wheels
FALTERED
his fingers faltered
that one
writing the script
and so best sibling
stepped into
replace him
but that one
not
weaned
the same
was of outlook
whole different genre
and so the dream
disappeared, we
became awake
congratulated ourselves
on
the end
of the fiction, red
pill reality
but it was
embedded level
of dream
and
move into nightmare
IN THE BEGINNING
IN THE BEGINNING
I was very small. I felt very small too: lying in my bed curiously warm, not frozen with fear.
The thing was massive and its violence was unimaginable. I heard the screams and the seconding sounds of slaughter through my bedroom walls, solid brick though they were.
Then there was silence. The dark shadow shape towering over me filling the room came through the door, then slipped into bed next to me as it did so diminishing in size and then disappearing entirely.
I knew it was there. I knew that it would remain with me forever. Sleep came quickly. As I slipped away I knew that this creature, this beast, this entity and I had an affinity. Whatever it was, whatever its nature it would be spending a lifetime with me.
Turning all the dark vision is churning my head into words, this would be its legacy and terrible gift.