THE DUST BUNNIES OF DARKNESS

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…

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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.

 

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John L. Harmon

May 2004

 

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If this wasn’t enough tongue-in-cheek negativity for you, you may enjoy  Negative Pop Song

 

JLH