the remote

The remote

It was a terrible hallucination
an old hex came out of her grave and raped me
I was lame paralyzing fear she sat on top of me
and reeked of semen of a thousand men
left to rankle in her mouldy vagina.
I fumbled for my remote to switch the channel off
could not find the remote, then the horses came
galloping through the woods, I mounted one
and we were riding on the Pampas of Argentine.
All the while, the hex hollered something foul
about multiple orgasms, I found the remote
the screen filled with irises and sweet poems.