in my nightmare,
i walk across plain,gibberous
of melted blue grey glass.

in my nightmare,
the voices of the
four winds whisper,
words fetid and foul,
of love lost
and left behind.

in my nightmare,
the sun scowls
and rips the water
right from my lips.

and i walk on feet,
of bones stripped bare.

and i search,
horizon to horizon
but see only,
blind hope mirages,
fading away.

and my voice echoes,
in my calamitous mind,
calling names of kin and kind.

and my skin sloughs from
my flesh, to sizzle on the ground.

and inside,
the cage,
of xylophone ribs.
a wizened walnut heart
no longer beating,
to ordered time.

and my skull,
now, a hollow drum
of rattling, mutton-headed thoughts,
constantly bleating.

in my nightmare,
i am laid bare
and found wanting, needing,
longing.

in my nightmare,
you are not there.

in my nightmare
there is...
no one else, anywhere.

in my nightmare
i am alone
        all alone....
                      and that,
    scares, the **** out of me!