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Night Mares.

Updated on March 15, 2017

My past life revisited

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saddle up it's gonna be a long night


Head saddled between


two goosedown pillows


strong body


cinched in tight


beneath the quilted cover


white knuckled fingers


grip the wadded sheet ball


like a saddle horn


about to blow ....


feet spaced out


legs bowed as if


wrapped around a stallion


kicking at what's blanketed


spurred by subconcious impulses


sonombulent thoughts


have no reins



thus muscles lock tight



riding the back trails of fear



heels leave deep impressions



indented in the surface



over which they pass



nostrils flare and snort



occasionally as



eyes shuttered by sleep's blind



rove back and forth



a metronome of marbled motivation



teeth grind porcelain slivers



chomping at the bit



sweat flying like the beads of



a rosary broken



mane of hair wildly



tossed and rumpled



starless night with a



hard chilling breeze



inching fingernails



over the blackboard of the sky



with a draft hoarse wail



I ride a range of nocturnal directions



on night mares hell bent



for the shadows that claim one's soul



and I can't giddy up till dawn


Matthew F. Blowers III

'Art~Whimsically Yours studio

(c)-2017

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