when bringing my bike into the basement
to store it for the long winter ahead
this was just standing there waiting for me
how long has he been there?
where did he come from?
what did he want to say?
why was he there?
asking for a friend.
—
“son of a nutcracker!!”
-buddy elf, (“Elf” the movie)
remember when
you heard all those scary stories in the dark?
where you looked in your rearview mirror and saw
the man with the hook/claw/bones in your backseat?
think maybe i should wave this driver over to warn him?
—
“the thing I hate most about skeletons is you can never tell when they’re smiling.”
-stephen blackmoore, american author
I didn't have my glasses on.... 