fear,
batteries and waiting for daylight
crawl
along the floor
until
you get to the kitchen
near
the back door
off
to the right
is
the pantry
with
built-in cabinetry
immediately
to your left
in
the top drawer
before
a glass cupboard top
there
is a wide pull out
full
of batteries
small
tools and fasteners
the
wide plank floor boards
make
ominous sounds
when
the electricity is out
don’t
be alarmed
just
keep crawling
the
neighbor
is
a gun nut
and
might have
his
solar powered
night
vision goggles on
carrying
some laser
sighted
weaponry
patrolling
his side
of
the property
even
if he does this, only
to
make himself feel better
he
says it makes up
for
an erectile dysfunction
he
picked up in the gulf wars
killing
makes softies
of
us all eventually
I
just want everyone
to
be scared into loving
or
fleeing from me he says
he’s
basically harmless
but
might peek
in
the kitchen window
and
see you crawling
keep
still if that happens
as
he hates surprises
and
does not take kindly to strangers
remember,
you’re on all fours
to
find the batteries
so
we can see
what
has nested
in
the dark
of
humanity’s basement
that
neither of us
want
so much
to
be a part of
EJR
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dang....nice...you had me laughing a bit at the neighbor on patrol with his night vision to make up for erectile dysfunction when you slipped in the poignant point there in the end....nice...
ReplyDeleteKilling makes us all softies.
ReplyDeleteThat's magnificent. I love the way the poem starts so concretely, but then moves into very impressive metaphors.