Blind Snake

Blind Snake

 

My orthodontist said she was nice,

so I dialed the number. “Food” was the

code word that opened the hidden passage.

Immediately, a snaky noodle omen appeared.

 

As the halo of mystical neon fire swirled

around her war-painted totem head,

vicious secret corpses rose to the surface

of her twin baby blue puddles. Used up victims.

 

Her long folded legs shifted beneath the table

like a derelict building on the verge of collapse.

 

She began to interrogate me with an intermittent

hateful flick at the corners of her crimson mouth.

 

Then, I knew she must have been an assassin

sent to kill me, and make it look accidental,

 

or an out of work birthday clown with lots

of twisted balloon fetishes and helium-voiced

mental demons I would never fully understand.

 

I told her that I had to run to the restroom,

hopped out of a tiny square window and headed home.

 

That was two weeks ago. Yet, each time I pass the

front of that Chinese restaurant, she’s still there.

 

Clearly, I need to find a new orthodontist.

Reviews

[Nothing Personal]

A commentary on a situation where everything we perceive can be seen as in a different way, sitting in a perfect blond haired, blue eyed orthodontist's chamber one could conceive wicked poems like this..LOL u're good..She must have been very hot..Clearly we need new orthodontist's..great work as always..

[cfix]

I don't know if i find this sad really or kind of cute
in a off beat way. I like this. Very well presented.

[Kerry O'Connor]

I'm not entirely sure who this woman is or what in hell she'd up to but:
an out of work birthday clown with lots
of twisted balloon fetishes and helium-voiced
mental demons....
is absolutely priceless! Talk about bathos, and add to that the thought of the poet squeezing himself through a tiny square window to escape... So funny.
(PS. Sorry if the poem was making a serious social statement...)