Chuck Paxton, “Phantasmagoria” Possible Revisions
- Original
At night I fear to close my eyes
Unknown of what dreams will lie before me
It exists as a second universe within the mind
What bounds of the unknown will I dive into?
This world within the subconscious is a frightful one indeed
Will I exist in tranquility or will I be in purgatory
What can I hope to do to control the things?
Or worse will they end up controlling me
Will it be a flesh covered hallway running from a green moth?
Will it be a pinkish blob that controls others minds?
Will it involve cats saving Hitler’s brain?
Will it be Rat baseball teams throwing eyeballs?
Will I fly with winged Komodo Dragons?
Will I race against clocks with legs?
Will I swim with buffalos only to have them eat me?
Will I sing karaoke with Great Cthulhu?
Will I talk to a leech as if it were my sister?
Will I shoot the breeze with aliens who look like cream cheese?
Will I simply wander down an endless street?
Will I bathe in a tub of eel’s and cola?
To me the mind is a cesspool of the unknown
Within the mind I see flickering neon dungeons
Holding horrid creatures or frightful events yet to come
Held bound by ruby shackles awaiting existence.
Is there a crystallized entity that forges the dreams?
Are you the reader simply a daydream within my mind?
There exist no limitations to the bizarreness of my subconscious.
It is a place I wish no person should ever venture within.
- Cuts Suggested
At night I fear to close my eyes
Unknown of what dreams will lie before me
It exists as a second universe within the mind
What bounds of the unknown will I dive into?
This world within the subconscious is a frightful one indeed
Will I exist in tranquility or will I be in purgatory
What can I hope to do
to control the things?
Or worse will they end up controlling me
Will it be a flesh covered hallway running from a green moth?
Will it be a pinkish blob that controls others minds?
Will it involve cats saving Hitler’s brain?
Will it be Rat baseball teams throwing eyeballs?
Will I fly with winged Komodo Dragons?
Will I race against clocks with legs?
Will I swim with buffalos only to have them eat me?
Will I sing karaoke with Great Cthulhu?
Will I talk to a leech as if it were my sister?
Will I shoot the breeze with aliens who look like cream cheese?
Will I simply wander down an endless street?
Will I bathe in a tub of eel’s and cola?
To me the mind is a cesspool of the unknown
Within the mind I see flickeringneon dungeons
Holding horrid creatures or frightful events yet to come
Held bound by ruby shackles awaiting existence.
Is there a crystallized entity that forges the dreams?
Are you the reader simply a daydream?
There exist no limitations to the bizarreness of my subconscious.
It is a place I wish no person should ever venture within.
- Two Versions of Completed Revisions
At Night I Fear to Close My Eyes
What can I hope to do
to control the things?
Will it be a flesh covered hallway running from a green moth?
Will it be a pinkish blob that controls others minds?
Will it involve cats saving Hitler’s brain?
Will it be Rat baseball teams throwing eyeballs?
Will I fly with winged Komodo Dragons?
Will I race against clocks with legs?
Will I swim with buffalos only to have them eat me?
Will I sing karaoke with Great Cthulhu?
Will I talk to a leech as if it were my sister?
Will I shoot the breeze with aliens who look like cream cheese?
Will I bathe in a tub of eels and cola?
Will I simply wander down an endless street?
At Night I Fear to Close My Eyes
What can I hope to do
to control the things?
Will it be a flesh covered hallway running from a green moth?
Will it involve cats saving Hitler’s brain?
Will it be rat baseball teams throwing eyeballs?
Will I talk to a leech as if it were my sister?
Will I bathe in a tub of eels and cola?
Will I simply wander down an endless street?
Will I race against clocks with legs?