666 Characters for Brad Keeney

On a certain bench
you sit with known companion
gazing at a shelf where nothing is.
No objects.

Poof: Out of that nothing
a little skull appears
carved by ancient peoples
-- black skull and old.

Poof again: Out of nothing
a little cup appears,
a treasure of the Grandfathers.

Now the little hairs
rise on tense
necks. Eyes
bugle from shadowed sockets.

No law obtains.

A doll -- dull black -- with three long wirey strands
sprung from the spine
looks about to do a doll-dance,
does a doll-dance

causes sound
to bang against the brain

as if of dancing.