I stood in the hallway

grim reaper drawings everywhere.

They clawed their way here

they were seen yesterday

someone mentioned

trampling on my fairies

whimsical angels were drowning in their own voices.

There is no light

I had to tell them the truth.

What else was there to do?

It is the dark side.

I’m having trouble finding my way outside the box

If it were not for all those curtains

holes in the corner…

damn.

Maybe I should just give it all more time.

Maybe I should be more optimistic.

Maybe.

Always those excused ripples

messages unveiled

sliding in and out

meaningless days

better be more careful

chicadee.

Try to tie the ribbons more tightly

lest they get away this time.

No more excuses accepted

not for grim reaper.

Cold at last

I’ll put on layers today

protect me from people who point out faults.

People made of dust

yet they don’t know that.

Who am I to crack their barriers?

I think I’ll just stand back laughing.

Bloody sheets

pitiful graves

no one to laugh at really.

It is the dark side.

Grim reaper reaches out

I give him a leg up

he insists he’s always done things on his own.

I’m sure

I believe him

of course!

I still remain in his chorus

none the less

sing those tunes

keep it edgy I hear me saying

all the way to all those headstones.

Block out any sense of confinement

can’t you?

There are bloody sheets

just about everywhere I look

I want to wrap them up

stick them in an envelope.

No matter how they fit

send them off with a return address

no protesting

I know that they will find me anyway

give them a clear route

they know where I sleep.

Outside I hear the loon

I formed one with clay once

I am convinced he still knows his place.

Despite my objections

he’ll hang around

wait for platforms

paint that will surround his call.

I will ignore it

or at least try.

Grim reaper drawings

I will not frame them after all

no boxes here

he really does not like them

and after all

it is the dark side

and I am still a part of his chorus.

01 March 2008