The earlier horror leaves DT
a broken drunken man
building smaller worlds within worlds,
boxes within boxes,
memories within smaller memories
to keep the monsters from eating
the shining he has left.
He is forever moving
to the same room
with different people.
“We are all dying”, he thinks,
“The world is one big hospice
with fresh air.”
The calico cat jumps on his bed,
sensing it’s time for the long dream.
“Nothing to be scared off, it’s just sleep,”
are his last thoughts as he
fondles his sobriety chip before
meeting his father in their shared dark.
The man takes a drink.
The drink takes a drink.
The drink takes the man.
In his dreams the world is full of
superheroes, vampires and redrum
reflecting backwards in the mirror.
He doesn’t end.
He just flys away.
Heaven is full of the shining.
