Baby Blue Oh baby blue, dream catchers catch your most violent nightmares. They catch them by the wrist, by the ankle, by the hair, teeth bared, ghosts in snares. Your mind is wild, it never sleeps, you don't need rest, you don't need sanity. Dreams come at the lunatics peak, thrashing, seizuring, distilling, drowning. Baby blue, strangers are not strangers, you've seen them all before, the strangers, these ghosts, you've seen all of their faces, burned, rotten, orgasming, beaten and crushed skulls. A baby, born in blood and shit, screaming, vomiting, biting, an Omen. No dream escapes the Alcatraz in your brain. Angry men, angry ghosts, among spiders and cobwebs, bats and the bombastic snakes that well earned their place of being chopped, gutted, set on fire, acid burns and piss fire. The night you were walking alone, the night a snake snuck inside of you and your screams, forest fires, sirens, deafening pitches of molestation, and they were wrong, your attacker was only a stranger, traumatized by his mothers cold bloody body dragged across his kitchen floor, the unknown caused all the fucked anger. The night you were drugged, held prisoner in a car, windows fogged, your body, useless, worthless, disobedient to your screams, your voltage, your electric slumber. Your brothers best friend, he dreams and daydreams, fantasizes your lovely bones, your warmth, your soft lips, your sweet lips. The night that you found your wife dead, naked, a pool of red but her body blue. You said "baby blue, if only you knew, this is my dream, your existence is not what it seems." The night your child was kidnapped, through the window, through the floors, only a ghost would know. Through the river, through her young body, through a knife, through her veins. The night your child was found ten years later, chopped up, a grave of mud and leaves, flowers growing in her eyes, vines taking her veins, birds caging themselves in her ribs. The night, the night, the night you fell asleep to never wake up. Always the night, always the moon, whiter than your skull, a Litch, the demons, broken dream catchers, emporiums of dead. Seas of salt. Frozen bodies where you fell under but you didn't remember how. No temperatures but pain is all in the head, all in the empty bones. Poe's words, haunting you, his drunken words, his drunken craziness, no bodies beyond this point. Baby blue, if only you knew, this is my dream, your existence is not what it seems. No strangers here, no strangers there, alone, stars, galaxies, magic, strangers. Baby blue, you are a stranger. You are a child, a poet, I see flowers in your eyes, I hear the coo-coo-cooing in your lungs. Baby blue, your dream catcher was broken by your fingers, your lovely, lovely bones. Oh baby blue, you'd never seen so many snakes, so much blood, so much pain but your body is always so blue. Oh baby blue, don't be so blue. Baby blue, you are only a stranger. Baby blue, you are only in my dreams. Oh baby blue, if only you knew how to not be so blue.