The Bookcase

The Bookcase prose poem

Uploaded by Peter Anderson

Pinhead’s lounging in the armchair. Dreams waiting by the stair
Pennywise is peeping through the curtains looking for children to scare

Marvin is arguing with the kitchen door while Arthur Dent makes a cup of tea.
Death has been hogging the remote for the satellite TV

The trunks in the hallway stopping Rincewind running out the door.
Patrick Bateman is using plastic sheeting to cover the dinning room floor

In the bathroom Norman Bates is playing with a knife
Eddies somewhere in the sitting room between here and the afterlife

Rats run beneath the floorboards heading for their lair
Sick boy is on the toilet reading a guide on childcare

Fingers caress broken spines. Faded letters tattooed down their backs
I brush aside trolls and hobbits and take a paperback

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Who am I?"- English by birth, Scouser by luck, living in South Africa by choice- Paid to cook, hypnotizes for fun and writes poems because I cant stop- Insomniac, chain smoker, sour worm addict- Bulldogs, Motorbikes and Liverpool football club- Dreamer, realist and slighty depressed
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