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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

R. Bremner has written of incense, peppermints, and the color of time since the 1970s.. He appeared in 1979’s first issue of Passaic Review, the same issue which featured Allen Ginsberg. Please check out his books Hungry Words (Alien Buddha Press), Absurd (Cajun Mutt Press), Ektomorphic (Presa Press), Pencil Sketches (Clare Songbirds Publications), and Chambers (New Feral Press). He lives with his beautiful sociologist wife, brilliant son, and frisky Plott Hound in Glen Ridge, New Jersey, USA.
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