put sharpie
to paper o
frantic ally
for this "mystery mansion" (they call it)
we name us after scooby doo we
name pipe organs puzzles subtle
creepiness creepy subtlety
each imagine dark-stained walls
papered ornately in mind's eye
while hands thicken lines
to capture breathed ideas
we talk, we listen
exhilarated for an hour
to grow private tumbleweeds of
hopes and taste by
sharing surface shines
clocks dance with ghosts
to the tune of haunted organs
and suddenly we're all together
exhausted
empty of thoughts
sated on potential
excitement become
low hum,
the hurly-burly done
battles lost and won,
when shall we five
meet again?
we should probably set up a
regular meeting time
or something