Last night's dream

I was with the devil
On earth
And she was in love (TAKEN) with me
As we walked
Through the big buildings of the city
The inhabitants
Were tortured and their blood
Became a river
And I saw a man’s privates pinched off
And bleeding.

This woman, Lucifer, was large and beautiful
And walked in pride
A burning hunger and a smile
She wanted me to join her – spread her arms out wide-
said she’d give
Me anything I asked for.
I told her to get rid of all the light in the world
So I would not see
The horrors she was committing.

She began her task,
Fighting to darken every light
The theaters and the courthouses
The city streets and the churches
The powder rooms and the pool halls
She hurried everywhere and left
Blackness all around.


She became unaware of where I was
And I escaped to the madhouse.
There I learned Chinese and the man
Who taught me rowed me in his boat.
and told me stories of the devil
And the fish.
And promised me safe passage to hell.

He was very unhappy and cried a lot
Along the way
But he seemed willing
To face his fears to get me
To the place below.
The times were dangerous
And I could not rest.

The devil continued her quest
To destroy the light of the earth
And to my amazement,
the blood washed away
Cars in the street.

But the Chinese man had a secret
An ancient Chinese secret.
We were going to destroy hell
And teach the devil a lesson.

He asked me if I was hungry
And presented me with some dried
Stinking Sea Creature and a woman
To help feed me.
“Eat!” “Eat!” “This journey will require
much of your strength.”


I squirmed and wrestled from the woman with the rotted thing
Rocking the boat caused her to fall overboard.
She did not scream, but sank quietly into the depths.
And I stopped my fighting, before almost
Sinking us for sure.


And I heard a roar very close behind us.
I turned to see where the sound was coming from
And saw the devil
In full stride
Furious
And closing the distance
She was angry I had left
And far behind her I saw light pouring from the city
And knew she had failed in her task.

The Chinese skipper pumped the oars harder and harder.
Sweating and swearing and checking over his shoulder
Frantically trying to will the boat to move faster.
“Stop Running” I shouted to make him understand,
but I could no longer speak Chinese
and he only rowed stronger.

I looked back at the devil and saw the anguish in her eyes.
As we neared the gates of hell
I pulled the package from my pocket.
It nearly came out of my hands in the hot wind and sulfur blowing against us.
I reached as far back as my hand would go and hurled the object through
The gates and into the darkness of hell.