I am not fond of neon nightclubs
or watered-down bars.
Nor do I enjoy courting
divorced queens and their
promiscuous daughters while
the single kings practice their
intimidation tactics across the
dance floor as failed fathers.
I prefer to dance alone on soggy parquets
amidst foggy waters with aid from
acoustic instruments courting hideous
creatures and friendly monsters.
I am a simple man with simple feelings.
For I prefer finger painted closet doors
and Christmas lights dangling from bedroom ceilings.
I once witnessed a murder between the bookshelves.
A raging fire ignited by failed negotiations between
Dwarves and Elves. Magic spells oozed from the
crispy pages. Sea salt filled the air, fighting for space
with famous apparitions with twisted faces.
Dinosaurs in biker leather searching for long-lost,
cursed pirate treasure. Knights in not so shining-
armor collected the heads of the dead Princes
stuck in the jaws of guillotines. This library,
now a warring submarine, has turned timeless books
into time machines for all who fancy addictions to coffee beans.
About the Creator
Kale Ross
Author | Poet | Dog Dad | Nerd
Find my published poetry, and short story books here!
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