• My Most Terrifying Childhood Experience

    Dancing.
    Singing.
    Some neon.
    Some deathly white faces
    with black holes instead of eyes.
    Shifting form from
    cars to
    trains to
    inflatable monsters
    linking themselves using their tails.

    Dancing.
    Singing.
    Twisting and turning,
    twirling through dark matter,
    glaring into my soul-
    an eye-less glare,
    a five headed monster
    I know will kill me.
    It is only possible for
    Them.

    Dancing.
    Singing.
    Romping around
    with their noses in the air,
    slinking,
    or trudging
    through a pitch black world of nothing
    all the while merry
    or furious,
    They are gruesome either way.

    Oh Pink Elephants,
    Tormenters of my childhood,
    terrorists of my youthful nightmares,
    shatter-ers of my psyche,
    you haunted me.
    Oh, how you haunted me.
    My suffering ended only
    when Dumbo wakes with a hangover,
    and I may rise from beneath the card table.