Power's Out

One blinding flash Then Darkness surrounds me And Then the Boom Noises that would go unnoticed any other night Echo through the hall And grow and come to life They grow limbs and manes And claws and teeth And a blood lust… But it’s just my cat. I’ve lost my mind. Burglars materialize Because it’s that sort of night I know it’s impractical People, regardless of occupation don’t materialize And this weather only suits them in the movies And then Killers Materialize For this I blame Grimsley Graham and the book he assigned to us last year A book I read on a night like this People, regardless of occupation, do not materialize And killing for laughs is impractical And where could they hide my body on a night like this? Why do I do this every time? I hate it when the power goes out.