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Half Scary (Part 1)

Shane Jones


I spend the afternoon
throwing cotton balls at clouds.
There is a man
who lives around here
named Half Scary.
He comes to my door
after I have run out of cotton balls.
"Half Scary," I say,
"how are you feeling today?"
Half Scary opens his mouth
and a blood spattered bat flies out.
I shake my head.
I close the door.
In my bedroom there's
an angry cloud waiting for me.


There's another man
in this town
who is building a chimney
around himself.
When the evening sun sets
it's so quiet
except for the scrapping
of mortar on the bricks.
The chimney sits around his waist.


I am losing my grip on reality.
That's what the cloud told me.

Shane Jones

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