Word Hole

"moonlight on the snow slips in sideways
dreamlike
a dollhouse in a boxcar rolling south,
wandering too long, the cold saddens"

I am talking to myself, but the cats are sane

I huddle under 60 watts of halo
like a cop interrogation of the 50's
and the world as we know it
disappears into
the cropped
dark
edge

word games begin
re-assembling lies

deep I slide (so the scenario goes)
cursing my way downward
spitting torches from a gin soaked cigar

(* note: find a new Charlton Heston)

but, this is no rabbit hole child's play
a master spelunker, I am
at home on the
hard
rock
bottom

I wriggle on my belly
scrawling cave art
and wisdom
in pitch, tar
and typewriter ribbon

a harrowing pilgrimage
I barely survive

but in the end
fame, fortune,
and the fabulous
await
a gorgeous
Hollywood-styled
arising

my cats aren't buying a word of this either

they're asking for the left-over scrambled eggs