THE CLOSET MYSTIC

haunted by this ghost of my past…

every time I travel

to the basement of my being

I find there a child

He’s chained and he’s weeping.

…

won’t somebody

please turn on the heat?

if I stay here much longer

I fear I’ll soon freeze

…

My spine is a ladder

I crawl down to the base

there are horrors and jewels

all down there to excavate 

…

I’ve lived all my life

with this venom in my veins

I’ve cried for the antidote

ne’er heard, all in vain.

…

these wails from Hades

are heard from Olympus

but none but Hermes 

can return still breathing 

…

so I knock on the door

beg for a sign,

I beg for a clue.

but those early childhood echoes are muffled.

and there’s not a damn thing I can do