The shed
sits way back in the side
of the yard looking all
one or two slats askew
there's something
sinister
about the left-hand slant
of the second slat
the way the light shines through
in the sunrise
like last night was hell
and this morning's purgatory
look for limbo towards evening
inside that shed
the cycle continues endlessly,
maybe. That shed
is ready to go out in horrid glory.
This shed wants to become
a horror movie
starring the shed
as the horror. It doesn't plan
to come to life or anything
just scare the shit
out of people for ninety
going on a hundred twenty minutes
crisply-edited and minimally scored
until the surviving cast members
are like "Fucking hell! Enough with this
fucking shed" and burn it down
Done.
Over.
Depending on the coming business
(stunt-shed, suckas)
(Shed II: Same Shed, Different Day)
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