23.12.15



a black spirit sullenly hawked the hallway from the bedroom threshold to the livingrooms entrance
                                                                                                                                                                  he paced    lurked  back and forth as if in a dog run  a simpler grey spirit wended her way in the livingroom its attached sunroom which they made into a studio an diningroom where his girlfriends easel her watercolours an oils in states of various execution an completion relaxed an laidout

she an the she-spirit dug its warmth colour light an forgiveness

there was still another
                                     a timid third inkling
who revealed herself to his girlfriend but remained  likely preferred   not to be introduced or make acquaintance with him

she had her reasons

he could respect that



they called their spirits roommates

even their cat knew them watched them deftly flit between the bright rays of daylight   his head on bead following
his eyes riveted as they feigned back  an   forth  an dished volleyed silent clishmaclaver between themselves

he was enraptured




if an animal wasnt concerned

why would they be


so they took their cues from indie




but on some nights they forced him up  an out   
take leave of his bed

go down the bleedin hall through the bokeh of dark spirit to the threshold of the livingroom
raise his voice tellin em  Keep it down
                                                               Some people are tryin to sleep here   Ya got it
most of the time they relented honoured his request




he she an indie kept them in their world

spoke to them when they were palpable(or when she usurped his attention advising him they were present   --   he was thick)

they took pains to acknowledge them

even in their absence
wondered out loud where they may have ventured

an always encouraging them   they appreciated sharing the house


                                                                                                                                             Where yous go

eventually theyd return
                                        usually the dark one first    
then the grey    the third who was younger  always last

she was sly            secretive

     
                                                         more than three years later   he an she were still strangers
   
   


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