Kayo Dot

The Antique

Kayo Dot


Dust fills my Mouth with a Timeless Poltergeist Rapping 
Lightly upon a Dusty Door; 
It Locks the Days together 
Yesterday 
This Artefact wasn't rightly so. 
Flanked by Shelves incorporating me into their Lonely Dream, 
I search for Tremors lying Weeping 
'Neath the Broken Tiled Floor 
Weeping with a Broken Madness, 
Weeping for the Day Before. 
Tarnished Silver in the Cupboard soothes 
The Fathoms of my Aching Silver Beard; 
Like Shining Eyes scoured by 
A Sour Creaking Gait, 
Cataracts dim the 
Eloquence that wore 
The Shining Cloak of younger Pride, 
And This was Long, 
Long before their Careless Keeper died. 

A Revenant spread its Foul Curse to Every Living Thing 
With Stories trapp'd on Yellowed Pages 
By Talismans of Poignant Lethargy. 
Tales Twilit bear their Ruin'd Words 
To this Ghoulish Scenery, 
Slouching over Candlelight 
Extinguished in another Century. 

The Grandfather Clock once Told its Beads, 
While Outside the Branches 
Bowed their Windows slightly Out of Key. 
And this Downstairs, where a 
Forlorn Clock has long since Lost its Faith, 
And a House's Stale Breath sighs like the 
Whispers of a Wraith. 

Spiders Decorate an Appearance 
That stretches Gnarled Hands 
Back into a Relinquished Parlour Game; 
Wisps of Ghostly Languor hinting faintly of Perique 
Ring the Ancyent Air and Fade, 
Murmuring of Things Antique.