Tuesday, January 19, 2016

well the worms eat away, but don't worry watch the wind

in there there was a dream
and I had one too

          of things to come? I wonder

nestled deep in white capped mountain trails
split rocks and deadly drops,
up the sheer cliffside,

          4 storey crooked house,

toward it we hike,
heads down,
sweat, breath, aching bones
eyes on the winding green,
brown, the fresh unmarked

          off to the side of the trail

other hikers, vagabonds
in tattered clothes dusted with snow
shivering with dark eyes,

          something sinister?

our destination is inevitable,
we follow the foot prints dragging
up to the summit steep
over the rotted steps,
with the door cracked,
to the empty rooms within

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