That Weird Dream

the smell of damp fall leaves
underfoot
that almost musty smell
the earthiness about it
a light mist
walking home on a sidewalk
its a little chilly but its ever so slight
i pass an old house
it looks to be abandoned
but it isn't
it has tall iron fences that are painted black
stones lead up to the porch
multicolored glass bottles are strung up
hanging from the inside top of the porch
and above the garage wind chimes hang
 made out of human bones
the house has plants overgrown in attempts to hide the house
i keep walking
and walking
until i reach my house
i go inside and down to the basement
it has a door to the back yard
the door is opened
i go to close it, because of the impending rain
shoes shuffle on the concrete
i hear myself scream
the next thing i know
i smell blood
and feel pain in the back of my head
and legs
and my left side
but my mind is on those leaves
and the smell
and how it feels to touch them


Letters From A Small Town,
Madison