the shed

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)