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Richie Gecko
It's a Dark Night
hot air hangs like a dead man
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
from a white oak tree
people sitting on porches
thinking how things used to be
dark night
dark night
the neighborhood was changing
strangers moving in
a new boy fell for a local girl
when she made eyes at him
she was young and pretty
no stranger to other men
but doors were being locked at night
old lines were drawn again
I thought things like that
didn't matter anymore
I thought all the blood
had been shed long ago
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Date: 2012-10-24 08:49 pm (UTC)[He pushes the door open and strides in with a scowl, doing his best to look tough and businesslike. Grabbing a battered penlight out of his pocket, he turns it on and sticks his head right under the bed like a mechanic checking out a car's undercarriage. For a while he used to hold a piece of glass or a sharp pencil, or later his stolen pocketknife, when checking for monsters. But he never found anything more dangerous than a tiny mouse, so now he just did it to reassure Richie.]
All clear. Hang on. He fell down between the bed and the wall again.
[He squirms his way under the bed, wondering how in the hell he got too big to make it all the way under. When he comes out he has dust bunnies in his hair.]
Here we go.