Nightmare #50
written by: R. Bremner
Foul odors emanate from … I know not where!
Ah, behind the wall! But what can be there?
Tiptoeing with care to its side I creep
Now an atonal rasping sounds through the room
This tainted noise! Again from the wall!
What a lusus naturae, an ogre must it be…
But now I hear laughing, laughing at me!
My name, it is called in a shrill piercing squall
And the pungent old smell gets much grosser as well!
An ax stands beside me who knows from whence it came
I chop, chop at the wall that keeps calling my name!
The wall breaks with ease and I plainly can see
A rank rotted corpse that is laughing at me!
Imagine my traumatic shock, for to see
The face of that heinous, stinking corpse – it is me!
R. Bremner
R. Bremner writes of incense, peppermints, and the color of time in such venues as International Poetry Review, Anthem: a Leonard Cohen Tribute Anthology, Poets Online, Jerry Jazz Musician, Paterson Poetry Review, Yellow Chair Review, Adelaide Literary Magazine, Peacock Journal, Oleander Review, Shot Glass Journal, Climate of Change: Sigmund Freud in Poetry, and others. He appeared in 1979’s first issue of Passaic Review, in which Allen Ginsberg also appeared. Ron has published six books of poetry with “outlaw” and small presses, including ABSURD (Cajun Mutt Press), and created 13 eBooks. He has thrice won Honorable Mention in the Allen Ginsberg awards. He has featured at the Bowery Poetry Club in New York’s East Village, and at the ANT Bookstore, Montclair Library, Paterson Poetry Festival, Paterson Library, Gallery U, Brownstone Poets, Creativity Caravan, and elsewhere. Ron lives in Northeast New Jersey with his beautiful sociologist wife, their son, and dog Ariel.
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