Sunday, April 16, 2017

29 skulls

Its finally done.
It was long overdue
To the dream retreat, 
Alone.
A rainy day
A cottage by the lake
And a comfortable chair, on the deck.
Everything’s there.
Everything’s there; nothing’s amiss. 
Nothing to miss. 
Alone at last!
Now what?
Let’s see,
A cozy bed,
A writing desk,
The closet in the corner.
Let’s see…
I can probably use these
Clothes…sheets…keys…
But what are these?
29 severed heads in the closet.
All wrapped up, nice and clean.
Faces unrecognizable; brutally bashed in.
But wait, I hear somethin…
Whispers in the dark. 
the heads, 
they talk!
what could they be talking about?
They ramble on and on about nothing
Repeating every worthless detail 
Making no sense whatsoever
Still eager to tell the tale.
As if any of it matter
As if any of it any of it ever mattered.
Dumb cut up head
Don’t know that its dead!
So 29 severed heads, in a closet,
Dreaming up 29 boring lives
One’s a plumber,
One a teacher,
An actress, an accountant, a preacher,
Even a shrink, that considers the rest
delusional head cases (pun intended).
None of them has a clue,
none of them seems to care,
That they are absolutely,
Most definitely,
Profoundly,
Dead.
Its ridiculous! Its uncanny! 
Its so ridiculous its beyond funny.
So I try
I try to talk some sense 
into their heads (pun intended)
But they won’t listen; they can’t.
(Turns out all of ‘em got
their ears ripped off)
And I still try to tell ‘em off!
Kickin ‘n screaming I tell ‘im off –
“You are dead!”
“You are all dead!”
“You’re dumb 
and ugly 
and rotting”
“You don’t mean a thing”
“So just shut the fuck up and accept it”
“Just suck it all up and accept it!”
And then suddenly in the midst of it all
It dawns on me
The one dreaming up the 29th skull
Is the deadest of them all.