Dodge Ball Poem by Joseph Walden

Oh, hey! Shadow
of a demon?
Standing over me,
A pinch of black
and to my
right beside
me.
A friendly Grim Reaper?
Many shadows too,
too many clues,
to the many two's!

'This way or that way,
madness is coming.
What are you going to do? '

I'm always talking it through.
'Why? '
'Die? '
The last nerve
ending
all
the
confusion.

'That is not the only thing,
not until,
every
single
little thing,
single
every
single
little
tiny
little
theme.'

'Are you the shadow
of my doubt?
You must be the shadow of my doubt.'

'I realize Mr. Grim,
that I need indeed to stop:
The plot.'

Can I?
Will I?
Destroy I?

I am calm, despising you.
'Stay back Joe! '
'Learn how to row.'

I just want to be my own father.
'It is all up to you.
If you want to believe in the {'who? '} of you are.
Believe it Joseph! ,
And you will go far'


I hate my son.
'I choose life.'

'I am the all mighty.
Oh, the labyrinth of my son.'

'Am I honest? '
'Starkly.'
That is all.

Justice,
Once
and
for
all,
all
and
all, for not
if that ill fated tricky little knot,
becomes tight,
twisted,
boggled,
and lifted off,
a stable ground,
from all of the which
is
he?
Who?
Oh mercy,
from the which...
way?