i was looking through some of my old highschool notebooks,and found this little poem,I thought it was amusing,at the least "The Unwinking Eye" 2am,the clock penetrates the black canvas Tic-tac,tic-tac.Rain on the roof,roll off the window. I am awake now,something haunts me with macabre thoughts. Dark and hiding in my chamber,who could find me here? What's that thought?What's that feeling? Tree shadows dance as i stare at the ceiling, thier silhouettes form a sneer. Get up now,no more for you here. In the kitchen it is gloomy and slow, patterns upon the floor perplex and defy in the dimming light. What's that?What's this?A spot upon the floor?Shadow maybe?Maybe more? No it's moving,moving strange,creeping towards unknown destinations. Into the weak light now,it's batter is slightly toasted,bubbled nice upon the edges, sweet smell, yes,I know what it could be, but a breakfast doesn't know the physics of the universe, it cannot crawl towards my shaking body, yet it slinks and snails. Don't blink now,not yet, the demons moving faster through my blood, It is gone,where?There? It darted quickly,lacking detection,the cake is hateful,very vexing. Beneath the sofa,it's unwinking eye skews my concentration like a knife or bullet,a firey sensation It watches me,taunts me,I am it's ruse, but far within I determine my tricks,the real fool reveal by the end of this ordeal. Now,in the living-room,clock ticking steady, poised pancake at the ready, I take upon my strength,jump and tear, the sofa collapses,startling noises fill the air, sparrows,ravens,crows astir,but where? In my head they flutter and dance, caught in dissapointment I redeem my stance. Where is it?Did it stop? Over there,on the step,it knows my mind,it knows my plot. Unreachable,unattainable,it laughs at me in silent voices. I inch forward,quiet now,it's leaven seems to blend "I will not hurt you,I am your friend" I snatch forward,not quick enough, but caught in my fingers are shreds of dough,a slab of crust. Now it be torn,wounded and worn. I hear it scuff upon the rug, up the stairs and around the hall, pancake dragging, pancake sobbing, snag it up, gobble it down, here it is,in the corner, hide you not,damn you hide. Walk slowly,think clearly,power swells within my veins,I hold the future,none to share. I bend down,I see it now, quiver nimbly, pancake there. I reach and feel for a moment,but it has evaded once again, the bedroom now,yes,amen. On the window's sill,there it sits,sapped of its pride,naked in the moonlight. Here we are,here we go, pancake mine,yes of course. Simple plan,dodge and snatch, ready feet,ready hands, spring,spring forward,hold and grasp, get him now,get him fast. Yet terrible things to hear the smash, the breaking window,the ominous sound, I have the pancake,and now I see the approaching ground.
