Trust Never Sleeps

There are things best left unread:
Like the Necromonicon.
Or the Daily Mail.

There are things best left unwed:
Like the Bride of Frankenstein.
Or the Groom from the Black Lagoon.

There are things best left undead:
Like a cat-in-a-box.
Or a particularly recalcitrant zombie.

There are things best left unfed:
Like the fires of dark Satanic mills.
Or a voracious and unwarranted ego.

There are things best left unbled:
Like those war story wounds.
Or a big, big heart.

There are things best left unshed:
Like a pair of sheer silk stockings.
Or a snakeskin layer of trust.

There are things best left unsaid.

Russell J Turner – January 2011