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Imagination Incarnate

I have a desire to unleash

My imagination unto the world,

I wish to give birth to many worlds

To terraform colorful plains

Of unbelievable skies and creatures.

 

One is of a cat, a dangerous cat

Who stands on his hind legs

And cups his top hat with his right paw,

And bows his orange coat,

Careful not to wrinkle his fine suit.

He is dangerous because he is a gentleman,

And in this era

Gentlemen are scarce and unheard of.

So unheard of that Gentleman Cat

Is always given conservative, cautious, and quizzical looks

Looks that try to read Gentleman Cat

Of any deceit, dishonor, and destruction

That drip from his light whiskers.

 

Another is of an industrial wasteland

Where all its people reek of bewilderment

Taken aback by this strange place.

It is full of leaking deformities

And sopping wet clothes

And screeching radiators.

It is a sad mad realm,

But the coal still burns

As freaks walk in the rain

Under the hypnosis of poisonous air.

 

Another is a place I haven't fully developed yet,

But it includes a bust, a butcher, and a *****

 

Another follows a bright young princess

Who chooses to walk barefoot,

Much like her people.

However, she cuts her foot on a rusty nail

And dies because modern healthcare

Is an illusion.

 

Another is a card player named Luke

Who sees debt as a challenge,

More so than a problem.

His ****** ignorance leads him

To a troubling situation

Where he has nothing to pay

After losing a game of chance,

Except for his fleshed jewels

Passed down since the dawn of man.

 

Another is one that I just thought of this instant.

It is of a psychotic policeman

Who shoots himself

In order to increase his **** count

From 27 to 28.

 

Finally, one more story.

In this story a woman has two dreams,

In the first she is chased by

A thunder cloud through a corn maze.

She is panting and flailing her lungs

Trying to grasp for air,

And the dream ends.

The second is she is on a conveyer belt

Sitting at a wooden school desk

Receiving lessons from a hooded figure

With a gavel

Hammering ideals and priorities

Of the old world.

The figure is crying

And drawing infinite circles on the blackboard

With a new piece of chalk.

Eventually the both of them

Arrive at the end of the line,

And fall into a cavern of outer space

Where a butterfly appears from the hooded figure's hood

And crumbles and shrivels right before the girl's eyes.

And then she wakes up.

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Sep 13, 2013
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