The Talking Head Poem by Paula Glynn

First came the dream
Little Johnny Walker
Seeing the head in the fridge
Alone in the kitchen at night
Sneaking out of routine bedtime
To steal - and enjoy
Anything he could get his
Greedy hands on to eat
From a delicious slice of ham
To the birthday cake that so happily
Promised Johnny a change of fate
That life could change with time
But every class knows Johnny will still be late

His parents wishing him to be
More mature for a 13 year old
Like tidying his bedroom
And doing the washing up
Even when homework
Leaves him down on his luck
The misery of his life
By other school children told
For these dreams started
Soon after starting high school
The other children
Assuming Little Johnny Walker
To be their gullible fool

Anger and inner rage
Taking pains place
But then enters the talking head
Telling Johnny tales of the dead
From fantasies of murder
Rape and horror beyond imagination
But how Little Johnny Walker
Knew all this in his nighttime dreams
Even to nightmares utterly obscene
Down to the devil teaching lessons
Knowing hell the ultimate confession

Little Johnny Walker
To endure yet find
Such dreams fascinating
Awesome and inspiring
The talking head
Telling of fate, destiny
Reincarnation, fools
And how a new start
Does open doors of love to the heart

And so many tales are told
Johnny staring in wonder
At the deceased man's head
In the near empty fridge
Where the voice is flat
But deep in the soul
Its message too deep to ignore
Wondering who and where
Put such a strange vision there
Because the talking head
Does tell historical stories
And knows all God tells
Of how to reach a place
Beyond the gruesome and evil hell

Soon dreams to fade
But pain does never vanish
Or completely go away
But Johnny has courage
To face his aggressive high school classmates
And know he isn't their fool
For Little Johnny Walker
Is now wise and super cool
Where Johnny destroys hate
And now for every class is never late.