hard nightmares

a nightmare slapped me hard
woke me up to stare and blink at nothing
to wonder all about it
this crazy man wanting to smash me all to bits
took a crowbar to my head
beat out a rhythm
beat it good
beat it hard
while the violence of it made me cry
i hid my face and sobbed
Knew the monster
Knew the beast
Knew the man
holding that bloody crowbar
drip, drip, dripping
crimson to the floor
soaked the cheap carpeting
1970’s shag drank my essence
until the dream escaped
hid back inside my sleep buster
so that I carried it with me
for days
for weeks
for months
my private nightmare
chained to me
until another came along