Empty Footsteps/A Hollow Floor

A Poem

by

Gutter Rat

Today

I discovered something interesting

About my closet

It can hold three dead bodies

If two are piled

One

On

Top

Of

The

Other

And the last hangs

From the clothes hook

On the back of the door

My landlord has complained

About the smell

And the other tenants

Want me to move away

I don't see what all the fuss is about

I have better than four dozen

Air fresheners hanging

About the apartment

And I spray an aerosol flower scent

Several times a day

From a pink can

My typewriter sits in a corner

Unused

Collecting dust

My shower drain is clotted

With blood

I don't think it's mine

I can feel my head splitting

Apart

Piece by piece

I laugh in an empty room

Knock-knock

Who's there?

Nothing

Just a shadow

I hear a click-clack

In the hall

A tip-tap

On the window

Yin-yang

What's that thang?

Fiddle faddle

What's the maddle?

I killed a small dog today

It belonged to the old lady

Down the hall

It's been sniffing

Round my door lately

I strangled it

And tried to dispose of it

But the toilet flooded

I have to get out of here

I need to breathe

There's nothing under my bed

And that's what worries me