hide & seek: a song for my shadow | John Dorsey i used to think that if i was willing to hide long enough that god might come looking for me on the other side or at the very least that the devil might come to collect my soul leaving me with an occasional poem instead of more bad debt and a skeleton that holds on to dreams about as well as a leaky freighter in what's left of my heart i guess i just thought that the ghosts of cleopatra and mark twain would at least come looking for their cosmic lovechild their little boy wrapped in wonder that they might form a search party diving to the depths of the maumee river to drown in the sorrows of the lost instead of this faceless midwestern ghost town i call my flesh this body which has become a temple of wanting i thought at least you might hear me singing mississippi delta blues to blackbirds on the fence of sanity more than once i prayed that you might find me here seeking wisdom in the temple of the muse a poet forever lost in the house of the rising sun hiding from everyone including himself