On Sleepy Hollow

It was coming back again---

the sleeping gin

like a freight train

like the lingering of an ulterior motive

like the balloon inside of a coffin

All was to be housed there---

and under the bed

all was as it should be

and in my heart of hearts

what i misunderstood that night

was---

but a wrinkle in time

And I was just thinking that it's complete bullshit

while it would wind like a vine up through me---

that it was all merely

ephemeral