Friday, April 22, 2011

Crawlspace & Earl the Raccoon

Into the attic room,
Dropping the ladder from the roof,

Into the darkened space, ascension,
A rising into some dusty displaced land,

Boxes, cloth draped forgettable tokens of a distant past,
So important I shake my head

Only to close the latch,
And pretend I’ll need them one day soon

Ransack the alleyways,
Paved in swirling marble code,

Watching a garbage can duel,
Between a wandering salesman

Swinging lids colliding with tap dancing feet,
And the meanest raccoon you’ll ever meet,

Here’s my card,
Remove the mask,

The creature whispered,
I’m earl, friend.

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