blue spiral staircase
twirls up to the
shallow depths of
my murky mind.
eggshell your way up,
stick to the left,
remain unlight.
(my hounds might awake
and rip you to
a shallow grave.)

but please do come in.
dim the lights
and shut gently the blinds.
careful not to trip
on the sage shag.
get yourself comfortable
with a pot of tea.
i have black, green and white
in the oak cupboard,
the stirrers beside it.

the microwave is broken
(who knew a vat of
pudding could burn
so lickety split?)
gander around for
a strike-anywhere match
for the stove.
(my brain oozes and
typically leaves things
a little slimey.)

the worn recliner has
a fringy blanket,
colossal craters,
and odd, aging stains,
but do sit back
with your fresh cuppa
and i will join you
the very second i
figure out how to work
the doorknob.


11/18/08 afternoony

11/18/2008

Posted on 11/18/2008
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