TIME TO PLAY

areyou-stillawake

Puppet Master 2 (1991)

What do I see at night

when I wake from sleep?

A puppet coming alive,

on the shelf in my room.

It creaks.

It groans.

Its head spins around.

It can’t be real.

It’s a wooden puppet.

No one to pulls its strings.

Until it speaks.

In a deep voice.

It can’t be alive.

Until it says,

“Time to play.”

I run to the door.

It can’t be.

It’s standing before me.

Taller than me.

Arms reaching to me.

A gleam in its black eyes.

It can’t be.

But it is.

It’s alive.

A PUPPET ON A STRING

A puppet on a string.

Creepy.

Surreal.

Never in control.

At someone’s beck and call.

It must end.

Before it’s too late.

Before I turn to wood.

Before I become a Pinocchio.

No puppet life for me.

I will stand up for myself.

I will throw off my strings.

I will walk on my own.

I will be free at last.

Never to be

someone’s puppet 

ever again.

TIME TO SLEEP

TIME TO SLEEP

Hello, it’s just me,

Sitting in the dark.

I’m fun as can be,

A day at the park.

I’m here when you sleep.

I’m your worst nightmare.

Do you see that creep

Climbing up your hair?

It’s a huge spider,

Black and so furry.

Just don’t roll over

Or you’ll see blurry.

Did he bite your neck?

I can see the mark.

Just a little peck.

Enough to go dark.

TIME TO SLEEP