The Crib. Sheet.

The top of the stairs was not a scary place to be,

but it was oh so very frightening.

Yes, frightening.

So I set up camp there and I let my legs dangle over the edge for a minute,

dangle with the left and dangle with the right.

For quite some time, I had been ready for a free fall,

a tumble into madness

if that's what awaited me there at the bottom

I wouldn't know,

having only read the black and yellow version of The Inferno

Maybe you could wave your hand,

that way I could see how far off the Cliff I was

The thing of it is---

I was never a climber---

not in any sense of the word

We all knew our places in the grand cabinetry of this basement

and with the life span of a piece of string and a single bulb,

I dreamed of the inviting blue and the Wocket and the pocket,

knowing all the while there was nothing left to smile over---

so I went,

down,

out here---

over Mulholland---