by illimitableoceanofinexplicability


Oh, Mr. Horrorchild

to think of you


life and limb

the black claws

of it

trying to pull

you in

and away

from us

I shudder

at the thought


art opening


I asked myself

“What is this opening”?

and as I do

I consulted

a dictionary

where generally agreed upon

definitions are kept

for instances such as this

when one

such as myself unsure

wishes to be reassured


in this particular case

the opening not be

(as I feared)

a space between things

a black abyss

into which I’d drop

forever and ever

and ever

and ever

which it turns out

it mostly wasn’t