Freddie? : Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

A happy serene dream set of full vision of myself, leap legs up in a team strikeing the earth stumbling, tingle a sunbeam I am kicking
fierce this dust.

Rays blinding my eyes burns its hot wave skin pits, sought warmth out of its steam hits shredding at me to
harm, descending heat pins forth its out from on high.

The forest's edge is quiet this hush set found tempting, through its tall bush forth going efforts seek
comforting, push by a sucker had for safety my wish its dark.

Sight it's noticing this mark on me these eyes, lurks this form close to a tree trunk in its shade, in its dark stand a figure, it's felt there
motionless.

Belief a man is hidden not seen doubts exists, out peers from shadows there a form black unseen is inside, given perception I of its formation a teen Ninja.

The dark moving from the trunk to a limb to see, leaped mist off the tree seemingly descending towards me,
feeling slightly strange about it a bee touches not land.

Ball of smoke bubbles reaching arms it whips, changing by call built to a man shaped body defining it,
fall a solid figure seen with his sudden hits.

Test flesh torn rips by elongated iron fingers, horrified not to rest I've cut on my back to remember,
with a seen pest threat, ending a dream during my night's sleep.

My life given torment, yielding a true Elm Street accounted: revealing a told nightmare.