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Birth Of Chucky

Last night I dreamt
that I had given birth
to the perfect head.
A little boy,
with a narrow nose,
seethe sharp eyes,
& pruned puckered lips.

He’s a sweet heart
that cracks lovingly
a sobering cackle
once fingers
begin rubbing softly
his rows of stitches
from ear to ear.

I simply can wait
to feed Chucky,
his very first bottle
Of bubbling blood,

Ah! Chucky
I hope you be
more than
a passive dream.

Author notes

This is a photo, I stumbled upon when I typed weird and odd in the yahoo search engine.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/carnivality/3338821064/

and I have to admit the various movie based on the Chucky doll blend in for my inspiration

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chucky_(Child's_Play)

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  • Melodies
    August 12

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    ACK ACK YUCK! I hate DOUBLE HATE Chucky but your poem is very sparky on the subject. lol You do wonderful things with imagery and that talent is so finely displayed here.