Do Not Disturb

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There are no monsters

under my bed

they aren’t hiding in my closets

they’re not buried in my shed

 

There are no ghosts

rattling their chains

up in my attic

moaning in pain

 

There are no witches

knocking at my door

there are no devils in my garden

trying to steal my soul

 

We all live nicely

inside of my head

things are pretty quiet here

now that I’m dead.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Solitary Soul

Ellen Telfer sits on a bench, the same bench at the train station on King Street every single day of the week.

She is there  when it is raining she is there when it is unseasonably hot or cold. She is there when the first train pulls in and she is there when the last train leaves in the evening.

No matter how crowded the platform gets or how many people wish she would move so they could have the bench to themselves – Ellen stays seated. This bench is her place and she holds it with her silence which is as steely and formidable as the locomotives that roar by every half hour.

The morning commuters and the evening commuters, the security guards and the station agents have gotten so used to seeing Ellen Telfer that sometimes they don’t notice her at all.

Now you see her, now you don’t and now you see her again looking right through you.

 

It was two days before Halloween when a new commuter joined the 1513.

Mary Morse was not like her fellow passengers.

She didn’t have a phone, she smiled at you not through you and she spent her commute either reading an actual book or staring at all the faces she wanted to stare at that were sitting around her because everyone for the most part spent the train ride staring into their hands.

It was like she was the last person in the world and she could walk into any house or building and try on clothes or go through drawers or sit on the furniture because nobody was there to stop her.

There was nobody left to care.

 

On Halloween Mary Morse swung off the train and hopped onto the platform and she ended up right in front of Ellen Telfer who was planted on her bench.

Mary stood there staring at Ellen until she saw stars and was able to take some air into her lungs so that she could yell but her body decided it needed that air and she remained silent.

Ellen Telfer, the lady on the bench was not alive and Mary Morse didn’t understand why she was the only one on that platform to notice there was corpse with it’s melting face and the bugs and flies flying and crawling all around her and the crows sitting above her and flapping their wings and chatting excitedly- “look!” they seemed to be saying, ” Someone down there sees it too!”

” At last!” The Murder of Crows replied.

Mary Morse was trapped in that crowed, she was  in danger of being swept away by a tidal wave of humanity shoving it’s way through the King Street Station with their eyes focused inward and their heads bowed down mechanically following a path carved into their brains, etched in their DNA,  each person wired into their own reality- lost in their very own Universe, obliviously  falling through Space on their own.

Mary Morse got her footing back and she pushed her way up the stairs and she fought to way to the street above and when she was topside she did yell and she screamed but it didn’t matter to anyone around her.

No matter how loud she yelled, nobody heard her.

Not a single solitary soul.

 

 

 

 

 

Cooking The Goose

Jack and Jill

went up the hill

to fetch a pail of water

Jack fell down and broke his crown

and Jill was tried for his murder.

Little Jack Horner

Sat in the corner,

Eating his Christmas pie;

He put in his thumb,

and pulled out a tongue

and he said nothing

nothing at all.

Polly put the kettle on,

Polly put the kettle on,

Polly put the kettle on,

We’ll all have tea.

 

Sukey put something in the tea,

Sukey put something in the tea

Sukey put something in the tea

Now they’ve all gone away.

 

Polly and Sukey  are coming my way

coming my way

coming my way

Polly and Sukey  are coming my way

that’s what the Hangman says