Michael
Paintings: Dreemeeter No.1
Doldrums Collection - 2010 - Acrylic on Masonite - 20 x 30''
They came to the height of the boolian hill as the people there slumbered en masse
They came like a flash fire of pipes oil and slag that blackened the rooftops and shattered the glass
of the chapel corroded now past recognition with half statues roiling in sulfurous gas
and waking up startled the matchstick folk fled as the dreemeeters sucked back the roots of the world
In plumes of red smoke sank the town from the middle; the landscape ripped violently down
The dreemeeters feasted on fresh ruined real while the sky belched out smog of a sickening brown
like the rust on a beach-bed bound pig iron truck with an odor of burnt salt and burial mounds
And grinning, far back on the newly gnashed hill was a man, Mr. Six, with a banner unfurled
“To the marrow!” he cried to his servants with glee as he watched the world break to its core
and all of the people got syphoned away to the dreemeeter’s gullets, which always want more
so to deeper crust delved they to slake ceaseless hunger as the seas boiled away from their shores
And as Mr. Six smiled, the eaters kept eating till one last little seed into darkness was hurled
-M. Blackwood 2011
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