I don't much care for this poem. It was inspired by a nightmare I had.
the sky is clear
a depressing blue tinge
the air blows cool
making skin tight
the sun is shining
but oh God, why?
no creature should ever have to
experience this place
dwarfed, flawed children
gather in crowds
circles forming
in the dangerous playground
we are all friends here
until the machine turns on
it was a game in the beginning
"Tag, you're it!"
or
"Count to six and die!"
no prophet could predict
the possessed actions
of these disturbed little boys
metal arches grew from the ground
like evil Sumerian temples
there we were at the top
never to touch ground again
grins turn to grimaces
as the fall begins
rusted spikes and
barbed seat belts kept us secure
knives and razors
decorated our gullable flesh
heads bloodily clamped down
nails screwed into place
devilish toddlers
swooped into our car
razor blade teeth
staples for lips
eyes sewn shut
and tacks in their skin
criminal smiles form
killing hands are raised
blood spurted like rain that day
children were murdered
and thrown into the drain
students ran screaming
and teachers phoned the police
parents sued and friends screamed
never close your eyes
never let sleep in
one never knows
when fate will pick you
to ride
the razor blade roller coaster
