To Dad

Take down that picture

Put it up in another space

Remind to Tide Table

And a saucer of secrets can be our own

Shed to find solace inside 

Light beams pulse at The Gate

Will we recognise ‘It’, will we be sure

As strong as this wind is will it break our energies today

Should we mind this

Can we summon the strength to finish this elegy

To push our fists up through the Earth again and

Snatch a lungful of the peaceful air

Shared breathes bleurgh you smoker on the street

Man you almost got killed by a falling ton of bricks that day

Unlucky I suppose maybe perhaps withering whatever

And so it grows, where it is going etc

But up out the gin mist comes our favourite sprite

Let’s call him, Her ! so there you go 

With your points of view about modern Horror

When the 360-degree spin back around reveals the ambience of this deadly threat

Where will we or can we retreat and look out of somewhere hidden that we know exists that we can be sure about on the grey green edge of our adventure

I’ll call this one Adventure into Nothingand then be done with it good god a ghostly apparition worthy of excitement and gangrenous ghoul ghastly as much as ghostly GOD

And so off on into another night of call it sleep but mainly awake in terror not rest but fear slowly down now into an 

Ending sigh.