Staggering in Blue by J.D. Knight - HTML preview

Mickey Monday

Mondays were GRAY (grey??), all of them,

Like a room FILLED with cigarette smoke.

Mickey would crawl on

All fours

Tracking something that had run a-w-a-y

Off into the dark woods

It ran

And would yelp hollowly

Beneath the desolation of the moon

Moon-day

1/7th of a life spent in shadow

“I ME I”

Mickey would chant to himself

Creating a seamless robe of  subtle, subjective
sound . . .

The crows

Would attempt to break him

Hacking their laughter

From the high branches

And mocking his prayer

To an unseen throne

“I ME I, I ME I, I ME I”

This is the laughter

Of Forever.