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.