A Lovely Nightmare

This could be considered the scrap that started it all.  Working in a print shop is noisy.  Working with people who like loud, terrible music is degenerating.  All you can do to save yourself is enter your own thoughts but do it too long and you start to run out of room.  This poem spilled out of my pen exactly as is. And spilled is just what it did.  I couldn't focus on anything else until this was done.  It's done now and it's really what kicked off the scrapping that's been going ever since.  Enjoy.

A Lovely Nightmare

What a lovely nightmare is this?  

Where the smiling man shines darkly up 

From the black light of the sea and, 

Upside down, frowns.

And what of dust bunnies 

Swept to the corners of society?

What will they do when the twilight police 

Catch the gleam of their hearts in the fire frenzy?

Live?

In a simple moment, not so simply found,

the Calamity collapses in around them.

Flame and dark.

No; 

The corridor of light shot through the weight of 

Dark trees

Frees.

What brought breath to fated disaster and un-fated it?

The mind, 

Waking.