Crosswords

Pencil & Crossword by Darren Maurer (c) 2008
(#211 of painting a day series)

Blank spaces

Filled with nothingness.

I am surrounded by words.

Across or down;

I find no way out,

Of this two dimensional dementia.

I’m gridlocked,

In the crossroads of the crosswords.

Lost in Times Square,

Or the Times’ squares?

I’ve no time to squander

With squabbly squares,

That keep surroundingly

Spinning around in my mind.

Games.

Some sinister squibbler,

Is playing mind games.

Some pedantic semanticist;

Who serves blackened vagary,

With white rice and strained puns

For dinner;

A fanatic

Who's frantic

I make order

From his antics.

I imagine him,

There in his parlour,

With the checkerboard floor;

Antiquated references

Lining the walls’ shelves.

Deep within he works

Weaving his web;

Out of the gray matter,

He’s forgotten to dust.