The Room

His schedule is synchronized,
With cycles of the moon,
A piano that forever plays,
The Addams family tune.

Pale girls adorn his banisters,
At length they hang around,
Wearing their high stiletto heels,
And vintage velvet gowns.

He tells everyone his best friend’s,
A poet down the way,
The only one who understands,
Every last word he says.

They made up a secret language,
Deep in their conveying,
Although if asked they will admit,
They know not what they’re saying.

And his residence of choice is,
All he ever wanted,
To live in a creepy mansion,
Well known to be haunted.

Kept at a chilly 65,
This curmudgeonly host,
Does his best to keep guests out,
And accommodate the ghosts.

But there is one room in the house,
No one knows the function,
Could it be some sort of dojo?
Or maybe it’s a dungeon!

Some swear that it’s a slaughterhouse,
And he’s a cannibal,
Who sucks out corpse’s blood for youth,
And other animals.

Or maybe a shrine to himself,
To blissfully revel,
Or maybe where he’ll sacrifice,
Young girls to the devil.

But if some evil does lurk there,
He’ll make no exception,
And whether for his privacy,
Or for your protection.

But I think that’s its just a ruse,
Surely we’ll discover,
Him in there hugging teddy bears,
And Skyping with his mother.


56 thoughts on “The Room

    • Definitely a deprived child. By the way, this poem was actually inspired by the article I read on Marilyn Manson in the new Rolling Stone. BTW, nothing was mentioned about teddy bears.

      • Does Manson carry on with teddy bears the way Alice did with baby dolls? πŸ˜€ I’ll have to check out the RS. The last thing I had read about Manson was his rift with Zombie.

    • Yes, when I first came to Manhattan I stayed with a friend who had a room that I was forbidden to enter. I did actually catch a glimpse of it once. It was a dojo. I did not find it very interesting.

    • This is actually based on an article on Marilyn Manson in the current Rolling Stone. He says his best friend is Johnny Depp and he says they communicate by mumbling. I just changed it to a poet trying to keep the eccentricity factor. The room is completely fictionalized but his lifestyle is based on truth.

  1. I suspect that latter Marissa. Why would he work so hard to develop this persona and then let it be blown to smithereens by being a teddy bear hugging and mother loving son????? He has an image to protect.

  2. …..”surely we’ll discover,him in there hugging teddy bears, and Skyping with his mother”……lolπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒ I didn’t see that coming!!!!πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒ

  3. Ironic that “the Blood trail starts here” as your comment prompt is so fitting right now. Well, I was completely led down the wrong path because I thought he was going to end up in the bathroom squeezing the Charmin to death. πŸ˜‰ LOVE your mind, as always.

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