Once

Once, in the kingdom of my soul
There was a house with many holes -
Dilapidated, ruined, rotten -
I used to live there every autumn…

No one would visit me at home,
Not even elves, or little gnomes,
No creatures from the fairy-tales,
I guess they hid inside their shells…

The ashes in the fireplace
Have lain there for eleven days
Or maybe ten, well, nine at least –
Since the last time I’ve had my feast…

It was my birthday, I recon
Cutting the cheesecake all alone
And eating slices one by one
Until they finally were gone…

I drank some coffee afterwards,
Strummed my guitar for minor chords…
The music sounded vague and dim –
An ancient song of a pilgrim,
That wandered all around the place
And vanished in the outer space…
I fell asleep inside my gloom
Awaiting my unpleasant doom,


And be dispersed then by the breeze…
Impede, and banish this nightmare
No doubts no more… I take this dare…

January 31 2006