Under The Nether Bed

Stoned out of their minds on Hobbit blood,

Snorting Dwarven gold,

Dragons getting the munchies,

Eyes bugged-out and rolled

From side to side in lizard slide

Stark with spark in threatening arc;

Wiggy as wizards and twisted as twine,

Penumbral beasts grown bored of myth

Beyond the barrier line.

What alchemy could burn a blood

That lives to father fire?

What herb or weed could fry a mind

That swallows souls entire?

Heat and steam and Autumn gleam

Stoked and smoked, by blood invoked

Ticklish and tipsy and sordid and strange

Dwelling two inches inside your left ear

Beyond touch of time or change.

–And slapped by reality’s cosmic broom..!

“Shoo! Shoo! You nasty things!”

Alien eyes glow crazed in darkness

Closet walls chafe green-scaled wings

Spaceless room and breathless tomb

Hid by lid and trap and id—

wished away by generations,

confidently thought destroyed,

they’ve found a hole

and they’re

...annoyed.