Strange Dreams

Buildings floating through the trees
Purple flowers, pink as peas
Walls of human flesh collide
Drinking malted cyanide

Rolling Rainbow Clouds of Pain
Spinning, Whirling, down the drain
Skies of green and rain of black
Prickly fingers down my back

Color swirling in my eyes
Bright and vivid, then it dies
invading essence, burning stain
face it, fellas, I'm insane

Swirly puddles in the mud
oily spirit chewing cud
stripes of color, rays of light
a piercing howl tears through the night

discordant music in my mind
pounding, throbbing, out of time
rusty barbwire's soft caress
systems screaming in distress

alarms ringing in my head
cool it down or wind up dead
thunder footsteps of SWAT teams
intrude upon my strange dreams

Imaginary Poem

I imagine poetry;
comparing the starkness of reality to the softer tones of fantasy,
illuminating the grimness of the human condition,
swelling with power and carefully controlled verse,
telling a tale of the harshness of human souls
and the kinder thoughts of those capable of having them,
describing wonders beyond imagination...
but alas,
I cannot write it.