Why Is a Writing Desk

they scream you know these spiders
trapped behind alcoves
scrabbling about the old webs
spun by narrators of old tales

O nudge nudge wink wink
what they do at the porch
exchanging venoms from forked tongues
and the hatter's mad

how creepy the King's story
weird she says in the long run
Needful things and making the stand
its only the dark half

The raven at the writing desk
who are you he asks
I am one with many hats
she says, exchanging one for the other

a pointy hat, a bowler hat
a fedora and a top hat
a knaves jingly colorful ones
a wide one with gauzy trims

A whole heap of them
on the writing desk

the spiders webs and howls
of midnight ghouls
lover's dance murder's stance
tales of then, now and tomorrows

They gibber and mutter
cackle and murmur
under these hats
wear them she's dared

Everyday.