Kafkaesque
By: Ken Allan Dronsfield
I listen to the fucking rain falling
Drinking my coffee,
seeing and speaking to no one!
I haven't seen anybody in weeks.
My life is the TV, computer, and window.
No one walks by in the daylight,
only in the dark of night;
I hear their footsteps,
running, always running.
Music sounds wicked strange today,
it's the thunder rumbling in the background
I ran out of milk this morning
Where's that damn mask?
I can't find my mask!!
The store says I can't come in without it.
SHIT!!
Why does the cat keep staring at the wall?
Is there a secret world hiding in there?
Or have I been in this apartment for so long,
I've gone freakin' nuts?!
Oh shit, I hear a flute playing in the room upstairs.
I don't have a flute, and there's no one else here.
Oh great, so now I have ghosts in my house.
Well, that explains my weird cat staring all day,
or maybe he's dead, "Tigger, look at me,"
"TIGGER"!!!
Dammit, he won't move, but what the hell was that…
oh look, the pictures over the mantle are crooked again,
fuckin' ghost.
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