Anodyne
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
 

Coming out the woodwork, through the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows but no substance, in the shape of men

Round and down and sideways they go

Adrift without direction, eyes that hold despair

Then as one they sigh and they moan,


"Help us someone, let us out of here

Living here so long undisturbed

Dreaming of the time we were free

So many years ago

Before the time when we first heard

'Welcome to the home by the sea."'


(Another context for ghosts. Synthesizers, smoke show, and Dr. Evil notwithstanding. Scenes of unimportance, photos in a frame...)



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