Elizabeth Sheaffer Poems
Can Death Come Calling If You Don'T Have A Telephone?
The sky opens up before your eye
And the rain comes pouring from the sky.
There's an old tree tap-tap-tapping on the door;
It's that tap-tap-tapping you abhor.
The faucet's drip-drip-dripping in a sink that's never clean
When the landlord's knock-knock-knocking on a door without a screen.
The television's crack-crack-crackling because the picture's never clear;
There's the Bible on a table that'll soon break down, you fear.
The mattress creak-creak-creaking as you shift in bed at night
Beside an old and grimy window never showing any light.
Day in, day out, you ...
Crimson Carpets At Dusk
You're sitting on the couch, watching TV.
Wishing that you could be watching me.
Wanting me only to exist.
Needing nothing save one last kiss.
Why couldn't it have been someone else?
You cannot imagine how it must've felt.
Did I go to Heaven, or was it Hell?
You need to know which way I fell.
That way you can arrange for us to meet.