Dark Shadows

Fair disclosure, nothing here to do with Banabus Collins. Mostly a sort of Halloween hangover with a dash of self loathing and karma.


Dark Shadows

The Dark Shadow stalks, intending to usurp,
  always it steps in my shoes,
  and sits in the seat I am bowing to first,
I have tried jumping up, but then when I come down,
  it is back in my tracks once again

Nine lives past I was a cat, hated my tail,
  vexed I’d growl and scratch it at,
Bolt up runaway, only to
  hiss and slash all the more
  when it pursued me to the other room,
Cat can’t run from it’s tail,
  that’s just chasing a bad reputation

Terrible things, now
I know what I’ve done, and those tales
  still follow me too,
The sunlight of day will not burn it away,
  the cast of the sun lays it out,
Even surround me in a circle of klieg lights,
  my shadow still howls underfoot 

Scat cats, curse another,
  yet the others keep pointing me out,
It’s the ball and the chain that both waxes and wanes,
  it’s the shadow one cannot turn out

And, it’s the secret that creeps,
  back on into my seat,
And the kitten that naps,
  on my world weary lap,
When I sit with the Buddha
  and still