31 days of halloween | overlook
While I had planned to release it before Halloween, this little series of poems based on The Shining needs a little more polishing before the entirety is available to read. Here, however, is a perfect little sampling of what is coming in the next few months.
from OVERLOOK
1.
In the middle of the ballroom is a chair.
Hallway after hallway filled with broken
balloons and faded streamers. Have a drink
if you dare. Whiskey straight, thin
on the ice. Nice to see you.
Nicer still to feel you wandering
the corridors, hands out touching
the walls. All the falling down staircases
and baseball bat wielding wives
is nothing if not for miles of terrible carpet
we laid over even more terrible carpet.
It was covered in blood. The flood
of a thousand unhappy feet walking
from the bed to the door. One man
shot himself in the bathroom,
but still it's glorious, all archways
and celadon dreams. Who can haunt
something so very pretty, so very sticky
with time and faux fur rugs. Your tug
on the whiskey makes a sucking sound
that echoes through the Gold Room.
Stay awhile, your hands are already wet with
ink.
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