h(a)unted.

I want so badly to wallow in this.

this news.

this excitement.

but…

I keep looking over my shoulder because I know that I’m being followed. I know this because I know this and that’s all and I reckon that’s a good thing because it keeps me sharp.

knowing that there are shadow figures in puddled, dark alleyways.

waiting. watching. plotting.

it’s good to know that they’re there and in a weird masochistic way, the sense of that keeps me level. a real backward peace. like if an angel choir sang Scandinavian black metal songs.

so, back-alley shadows, know that I know you’re there.

know that in my giddiness and foolish merriment, I reserve a bit of back-in-the-day steel.

I am ready for you. much as I always was and I always will be. your existence is a soft pillow to me. you can be the big spoon or the little spoon, it matters not to me. sweet dreams, jellybean.

you and your dark puddles will not ruin this.

I swim in a bottomless ocean of love and good fortune. I am soul-rich and my motorcycle will sometimes start on cold winter mornings and the ice isn’t as slippery as all that and in third gear with the throttle full and my head snapped back – I feel god kiss my cheek as the devil gives chase because it don’t hurt to be h(a)unted by something.

I am sunlight and wildflowers and forest floor and fire.