Deviant/Abstraction

At night I wake up crying,
My voice is singing:

Hey diddle diddle,
The Cat and the fiddle,
The Cow jumped over the moon,
The little Dog laughed to see such sport,
And the Dish ran away with the Spoon

At night I wake up screaming,
It’s the child still in me singing:

Hey Red Monster,
The Cat and the fiddle,
The Cow jumped over the moon,
The little Dog laughed to see such sport,
And the Dish ran away with the Spoon

At night, I wake up howling,
I catch a glimpse of shadow
In the mirror, bright red eyes.

Hey Red Monster,
The Red Monster and the Little Boy,
The Cow jumped over the moon,
The little Dog laughed to see such sport,
And the Dish ran away with the Spoon

At night I wake up crying,
The Red Monster’s smell is horrible;
As I flee into my imaginary haven:
the Moon with the Spoon

Hey Red Monster,
The Red Monster and the boy,
The Red Monster jumped over the Little Boy,
The Red Monster laughed to see such sport,
And the Dish ran away with the Spoon

At night I wake up crying,
Feeling the Red Monster’s love grip
Twisting the song. I seek forgetness
In the haven of the nursery rhyme.

I now know the Nightmare, memories flooding;
Taste, smell, all my senses overwhelmed… The Red
Monster everywhere, his two bright eyes!

Hey Red Monster,
The Red Monster and the boy,
The Red Monster jumped over the Little Boy,
The Red Monster laughed to see such sport,
And the Red Monster ran away with the Little Boy