THE NIGHTMARE

SCREEMING I WAKE UP
IN THE MORNING:
THE CRISPY BAKED DOG
STRANGLES MY STOMACH
EVEN IT WAS A NIGHTMARE ONLY.

THE CRY

UNSEEN THE GLUED STRIKE
DIES AWAY
IN THE HORRIFIED MINES OF THE
THE UNSUSPECTING.
SNEAKING PEACE
WAS MADE.

SUSPICION

THE QUARREL ESCALATED. FURNITURES
BROKE.
THE HOUSE SEEMED TO SHAKE IN ITS
FOUNDAMENTS.
EVERYTHING WAS SPINNING AROUND.

AT THE MOOR

OPENED GRAVES GULP
THE GREEN.
THE BLACK THROAT STANDS
BEHIND THE HEDGE.

THE THUNDERSTORM

OUT OF A SUDDEN THE WAR OF NERVES
GREW STRONGER.
WARS OF FLOWERS LET THE
FUR CROWS STARTLE!
YEARS LATER THE DUST
CALMS DOWN ON THE BALD
BRANCHES.

THE END