Saturday, May 21, 2011

6. The Detective of Nightmares and The Case of the Polter-Zeitgeist Or What Weird Shapes Creep Into the Big Sleep? - by Blaster the Rocket Man


The Blood Pooling in His Palm Held Out to You

(He Says)

'You Cannot Expect to Pay a Real Debt with the Currency of Sleep.'


Talented Talon Taps Your Shoulder,

You Look Over Just in Time to See the Great Black Beak and Surmise

It's Stabbing At Your Eyes!

Bleak Plumage and Pinions

Flapping in Your Face, Muffling Your Cries (for Murder Must Advertise)

Ontologically Haunted!

Ravenous Ravens Blocking the Playgrounds and Blacking the Skies in Disguise

Ontologically Haunted!

(But) Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Polter-Zeitgeist Behind Group Mind?

Existentially Hunted!


D-D-D-Detective of Nightmares! Detective of Dreams!

When Reality Tears, All is Not as it Seems…


When the Fall Starts to Pull You

Toward the Call of Cthulhu

You Know What You Gotta Do, You Gotta Retort!

With that Luminous Numinous Pistol Report!


(I Recoiled in the Coils of the Spirit of the Age)


When it All Starts to Lull You

Toward the Call of Cthulhu

You Can Feel it Slither Hither in You,

That Polter-Zeitgeist Over Your Shoulder,

Its Claws Sunk into Your Psyche, that Great Sucking Succubus Mothers and Smothers us

Yeah, those Infernal, Maternal Suckers on that Succubus Suck Up and Sucker Us Every Time!


(You Know What They Say: 'The Leech Has Two Daughters – Give and Give!')


Inky Idea-Incubus All Hooked On Your flesh

I Said the Inky Idea-Incubus Injected Infection Inside Us!


But the Voice of the Other, Love’s Whispered Bang in Your Blood,

Leaves Harpooned Fiends Festooned in Gore

As the Smoke Curls Up from the Blood-Strewn Floor


Detective of Dreams! Detective of Nightmares!

The Unexpected Screams, You Descend the Cellar Stairs…


Is it a Troubling Ghost or Drowned Corpse?


Though Your Eyes Never Meet, the Terrible Paraclete

Is Breathing Up Your Spine, Enfolding You

Oh, the Terrible Paraclete Slips into You through these Were-Words

That Raise the Hairs On Your Neck with Whispers of Love Proven Redly


The Blood Pooling in His palm, Held Out to You…


The End.


(With acknowledgment and all due respect to: H. P. Lovecraft, Dorothy Sayers, Raymond Chandler, Alfred Hitchcock, Gene Wolfe, China Mieville, and Dallas Willard.)





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