It only took 24 years
but eventually he got around to killing her
and leaving her
in someone else’s nightmare.
It was a justifiable homicide he defended himself
from someone else’s nightmare.
Now he was free
to screw and laugh and drink and smoke
until the night
from his endless lover’s dream
he heard a knock
on a door
from someone else’s nightmare.
Daily Prompt: Abrupt
Turn on every light
burn every candle
that you have
in your room
to keep the darkness
away.
Close the closet door,
jump up on your bed
and whisper those prayers
you learned in Sunday school
when you were a child.
Maybe they’ll work
They’re so old and comforting.
Like a warm blanket and a warm sweet drink wrapped around your shoulders
sliding down your throat
when it is dark and the air is thick with ice and fog and despair.
Don’t look down to the floor
towards the window
Oh God
did you lock it?
Did you lock the window you scream to yourself
in your head where you thought the monsters lived.
Why didn’t you draw the curtains closed
how could you forget such a simple thing?
What will keep you safe now?
Could you scream for help? Cry to the Devil
to anyone, to someone to save you now.
Please save you now?
Go ahead.
Ask.
Plead.
Beg.
I’m listening on the other side
of your window
where darkness is forever
and I’m not going anywhere.
Daily Prompt: Creature
2017 may have changed somethings, but it did not change my opinion of my favorite odd, slightly macabre songs.
There’s three of them and they’re all still #1 to me!
What’s He Building?
by
Tom Waits
He has subscriptions to those
Magazines He never
Waves when he goes by
He’s hiding something from
The rest of us He’s all
To himself I think I know why
He took down the
Tire swing from the Peppertree
He has no children of his
Own you see He has no dog
And he has no friends and
His lawn is dying and
What about all those packages
He sends. What’s he building in there?
With that hook light
On the stairs. What’s he building
In there I’ll tell you one thing
He’s not building a playhouse for
The children what’s he building
In there?
Now what’s that sound
From under the door?
He’s pounding nails into a
Hardwood floor and I
Swear to god I heard someone
Moaning low and I keep
Seeing the blue light of a
T.V. show
He has a router
And a table saw and you
Won’t believe what Mr. Sticha saw
There’s poison underneath the sink
Of course But there’s also
Enough formaldehyde to choke
A horse What’s he building
In there. What the hell is he
Building in there? I heard he
Has an ex-wife in some place
Called Mayors Income, Tennessee
And he used to have a
Consulting business in Indonesia
But what is he building in there?
What the hell is he building in there?
Run Rabbit Run
by
Flanagan and Allen
On the farm, every Friday
On the farm, it’s rabbit pie day.
So, every Friday that ever comes along,
I get up early and sing this little song
Run rabbit – run rabbit – Run! Run! Run!
Run rabbit – run rabbit – Run! Run! Run!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Goes the farmer’s gun.
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run.
Run rabbit – run rabbit – Run! Run! Run!
Don’t give the farmer his fun! Fun! Fun!
He’ll get by
Without his rabbit pie
So run rabbit – run rabbit – Run! Run! Run!
Children’s Day At The Morgue