the usual Texas chain saw massacre scenario

one day I’m really going to have to deal with my problems
if anything they ruin my dreams
I prefer tropical shores and love making dreams
not blood dripping
hanging on the edge for deal life dreams,
in some I even die.
I suppose I have got used to them
the horror always hurts, but its familiarity becomes is its own enemy
its little Achilles’ heel.
seems theres drama, even in dreams
I mean fancy horror being horrified that it cant scare you the same way
cuz you got used to the same shit every time you close your eyes
crumbs
what an insult to the god of horror
“sorry horror, I’m used to you now, no offence you understand”

so what does he do but up the horror stakes.
is this a reflection on my life?
He puts up the horror stakes just like my boss gives me another ten tonne challenge
or another customer piles on the abuse, takes it to the next level
or another traffic warden car clamper-clunk puts another rung on the bunk of uncomfortable sleep
90 quid a clamp release, please stop doing this, LIFE!

in what living situation have I searched for a bigger pain in the ass?
will we ever learn to let go.
to accept so as not to be towed by this imagery every time we sleep
god damn it stop dragging me around, dreams!
and horror, you biological suit man, with a chain saw,
trying to cut my arms off
I turned the blade on you but the revs stuck and nothing would chew up.
I’m impotent in the dream.
being shot at chased pursued and hunted
wish all the living things
would stop hounding me.
and we think we have dealt with them
but if not 100 percent are sure to have felt them return
in the universal dreams
ever woke up early, gone back to bed and had the vivid variety?
oh yes horror and the vivid variety are best mates
they have to be
horror says “go on be vivid, ill make it worth your while”
lets really drive and pile it into him, into her
take it to the brink of him
said horror, errr, ouch.
in the animal kingdom joey pouch fell out
saw it on Attenborough, made me cry that couch to bits.
stop doing this, dreams.

I look forward to the day
I can pop the poppet back in his sack, save the koala forest fire
get the whole life issue back on even track
turn the chain saw
rev it well beyond its limits and carve the bastards up
I shall offer far more than the mere Jordan tummy tuck, ha
every damn chasing man slut cut
every niggling worry
every bent butt
every nagging nothing
every pickling unpaid bill
every hammer head and high speed drill
blunted, kill the lot of you
end
and lay me on the palm strewn beach
the lapping shoal shall put out of reach
the worry of it all