A Hell of a Scary Crack

I think you need to read yesterday’s Blather to understand what’s going on here. In short, this strange, strangely-formatted poem, is because I could hear it, almost like a song with three distinct voices. This is in response to the W³ prompt which called for using a line or two from Leonard Cohen’s Anthem.

Gosh, I apologize. If you were to meet me in person, you might think I’m normal. However, after reading this, you won’t think that at all.

Okie-dokie — Here goes:

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Must be a hell of a scary crack

That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in

A hell of a scary crack

That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in

I was sittin’ with my coffee
In the hotel breakfast room
When a homeless guy walked past me
He was headin’ for the food, for the food

Must be a hell of a scary crack

That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in

Mmm… it smelled so delicious
He closed his eyes just to drink the smell in
But his hands were a’trembling greatly
Like a leaf at the end of a willowy limb

Must be a hell of a scary crack

That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in

Hunger moves a man to do a scary thing
He’d been thrown out before, thrown out before
Still he braved it all again
When he saw that crack in the door, crack in the door

Must be a hell of a scary crack

That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in

Lights and smells both beckon
But not to those who have everything
If we aren’t hungry, we miss them
We miss it all, yes, we miss it all.

Must be a hell of a scary crack

That’s how the light gets in
That’s how the light gets in