I need to let them in again
There was a time when they’d
refuse to leave
and I had to force them out
I would pick them up, carry them
outside to the doorstep, then
close the door with a slam
of vindication
They would leap back
in through the window
and do to me as I had done
to them
Lock me outside my own house
like the tame sabretooth would do
to Fred Flintstone
Then they would party while I
hammered on the door like
poor old Fred
Eventually I got rid of them and lived
in a sort of peace
Arranging my dishevelled life into
something that slightly resembled
order
How strange that stillness soon
stagnates like
water left too long
undisturbed
I must not remain this way, for
what then will I become
but a stale, lifeless pond
Murky
Mute
I know they’re still
outside
Circling my house
I need to let them in
again and once
more be mad
josephjameshunter 