I’ve been so wrapped up in preparing Dark Excursions: first set for a potential print edition (please cross your fingers, toes or whatever you can cross) that I have been rather neglectful of my blog.
To remedy this situation, here is a short subject (I am not a poet) that I wrote ten years ago with my tongue planted firmly in my cheek…
THE DUST BUNNIES OF DARKNESS
I stand here with my dust bunnies of darkness
Born from the morbid recesses of my mind
Where all the dank and sorrowful memories are stored
Waiting to be used for future self-torture
The dust bunnies of darkness, once fully realized
Leave my mind, hopping their way down
Down to the cavity where my heart once existed
Before it was torn from my body
Ripped and shredded right in front of me
Watching helpless as my heart fell apart
Sliced into a pile of crimson cardiac ribbons
Then stomped on for good measure
The dust bunnies of darkness reside in my heartless place
Festering bitterness and oozing apathy
Growing larger with each passing day
Until I am complacent with their control
Soon they will infect my entire soul
And I will be lost to their cynical ways
Is there no turning back from this numbing edge of oblivion?
Will I be able to reach the proverbial broom
to sweep the dust bunnies of darkness away?
The only answer I dare speak,
I don’t know.
John L. Harmon
If this wasn’t enough tongue-in-cheek negativity for you, you may enjoy Negative Pop Song