Jack Frost Boogie...

he gets high in night portal closets with one eye open in the vortex

watching children sleep reminders of fine china
he'll melt and absorb into the fabric
of your eternal nightmare comfort fortress
following the contours of your body
to the edge of the world
til you wish you were heavy enough
to disrupt the swell
to have broken his bones
before he had a chance
delicate crunching fingers extending toward your saliva
to the zero hour
the icicle assassins twiggy prisms regurgitating moonlight
into shadow bulls charging the walls
a stampede complete with Greek leapers
diving under bed gathering
plastic reinforcements
swarming armies are advancing
like a dark cloud across the floor boards
to defend your dear flower
the island one flowering in your sun
your eternal maternal before you conceive a monster!
one truly his fathers son
oh sorrow, for it is always male
and he ain't got no where to go
but back to hell
so he'll have his kicks from Kansas City
to the jungles of Borneo

a rouge face with a rogues pace

the gentle slouch of a heavy head
protruding north to his ancestral star
and the void between two arm chairs
where the crumbs went
where monolithic statues cursed pharaohs
for stealing his ideas 
his dynamite serenading queens
foxes bleed with church knees
remember your pillow is the dragons back
he dreams of the gardens we live in
the forests he's sleek in
the bedrooms he creeps in

the haunt in your closet

your power points

his shift starts tomorrow

through an outlet to your tv screen

wake you up to static

just like your dreams