Crumb Cake

by LOSTPOET1

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-11-04 00:41:00

Around here they call me ‘the phantom’
Hiding in cupboards, creeping in and out of rooms, writing in the sun (under the lamp) Look! It’s your morning coffee!
He’s popping up in the kitchen making tea. Listen… you can’t see him, but you know he’s there. I just spoke to him. He brought me some CRUMB CAKE… Tell him I said “thank you.”