'Typewriter Vipers 20/10/2009 Poem by Margaret Alice

'Typewriter Vipers 20/10/2009

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Consciousness hard and cold and sharp
and all bunched up, determined to keep
my concentration, my brain was shivering
in a spasm, the world rippled, the dungeon
dimensions opened into our universe

Douglas Adam’s couch appeared through
a rift in this reality, I could not sit still, could
not read or listen to music, could not type
words or understand, ran and ran, until
the mind invasion was over

I can sit still and type again, the restoration
started with a ghoul saying ugh, eating a fish
finger and saying yuck, seeking in dustbins for
red, unspeakable things; my mind came to
rest as it contemplated a kind genie

Hiding in a bottle from the cold; a devilish enchant-
ress with a necklace of human teeth, blighting and
smiting in a most sinister way while the ogre kept
looking for a sword to swallow and a typewriter
changed into a nest of vipers…

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Margaret Alice

Margaret Alice

Pretoria - South Africa
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