Subconscious Collage

By Jude Wood

On a cliff in the woods, I live alone in a log cabin 

Staring at my arms, I see teeth growing out of my skin 

I stand before a creature made of ink and twisted dogs 

I watch as a priest is eaten by an ant hill full of giant bugs 

Eleven hunters are ripped to shreds by a monster 

A young, frail boy is run over in a train yard 

I’m a waiter being crushed under the weight of his guests 

My circular room has a window where a billboard rests 

I’m electrocuted by a short-circuiting and sentient computer 

Half-bear half-human beings trying to kill me in the shower. 

The list lengthens every week, it seems, or maybe every hour.