October Nears, By Brian37/Brian James Rational Poet

It was my drama
This Slumber
Mixing with oddities, and fright
With melting clocks, and Jackson Pollock
Crimson hemoglobin paint
On white canvas, riddled
With bullets of the surreal
Waiting for, hoping for
A sudden noise, to wake me up
In a cold sweat, to know
It was just a nightmare.