He was wandering home from school. He was a senior in high school, tall, slender and kinda dorky looking. He had dark red hair and right now seemed very excited. Today was the day he would get to enter the Twilight Dimension. A dimension that he discovered himself that lurked between the molocules of our own dimension. He then stopped about a mile from his house, pulling his car over on the side of the road into an empty field. "This is the place..." He decided to himself. He had no ideas of what damage entering the Twilight dimension would have on the surrounding area. Lee then opened the trunk of his car, pulling out a large box filled with several pieces of machinery. He started to assemble the machinery in the middle of the field, but as the Twilight Teleporter came closer to being finished, he became suspicious that he was being watched. "Someone there?" He raised a brow, yelling. "Must be crazy." He said, finally ending this stupid little thought. "It's a field.. probably just a bird or something."
As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish, he'd stay away.
He was wandering home from school. He was a senior in high school, tall, slender and kinda dorky looking. He had dark red hair and right now seemed very excited. Today was the day he would get to enter the Twilight Dimension. A dimension that he discovered himself that lurked between the molocules of our own dimension. He then stopped about a mile from his house, pulling his car over on the side of the road into an empty field. "This is the place..." He decided to himself. He had no ideas of what damage entering the Twilight dimension would have on the surrounding area. Lee then opened the trunk of his car, pulling out a large box filled with several pieces of machinery. He started to assemble the machinery in the middle of the field, but as the Twilight Teleporter came closer to being finished, he became suspicious that he was being watched. "Someone there?" He raised a brow, yelling. "Must be crazy." He said, finally ending this stupid little thought. "It's a field.. probably just a bird or something."
As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish, I wish, he'd stay away.
-- Hughes Mearns (1875-1965) The Psychoed
Saint Fourth the Patron Saint of Dark Poetry