221. the waiter
He’s here again, behind the net curtains,
tap, tap, tapping on the window.
I’d better let him in, or he’ll only push down the door,
In he crawls & waits as I settle my old bones back down again,
his brown leather skin naked makes me shudder
and his vile stench fills the room
as he nibbles his sharp little teeth on my old ankles
and I try to ignore him & watch TV.
Then, as if from a dream, I glance down & realise that he’s gone
just gone,
disappeared.
She’s here again, behind the net curtains,
tap, tap, tapping on the window.
Her says these bed sores are beginning to smell,
and Dr. Meadows says these pills are too strong.
Well, all I know is, there’s blood on the carpet and a shadow
behind the curtains again.