Wednesday, January 10, 2007

#262: January 10, 2007

I've filed my toenails down to sharpened points
and practiced crawling up the castle walls;
built up my muscles, stretched out all my joints,
so I can crazy-walk down darkened halls.

I've spent hours at the glass perfecting glares
and teasing out the gray hairs in my ears;
and I can creep down cobweb-covered stairs
without breaking one strand--that took me years.

So when those teenagers' car has a flat
and they come to my door to use the phone
(my cell reception's nil--imagine that!),
I'll greet them with my polished, chilling groan,

Listen impassively, invite them in--
and then, whoa Nelly! Let the show begin!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

love this one! love it!