The Rubber Ball Poem by Juan Olivarez

It's just a childs, rubber ball
That was carried down the street.
Out of that gutter, you hear him call,
In a voice so deathly sweet.

Come for it, you want it right?
Just reach down, and pick it up.
But it's dark down there, so dark,
There's not a ray of light.

I see it now, a painted face,
And horrible razor fangs.
Whats that ball doing in this place,
Why do I see these things?

I don't want to float, down in the gloom,
Where the rain runs to the sea.
Wet slippery walls just like a tomb,
That's where a clown will be?

Oh lighten up give it a rest
Too many horror flicks.
It's this old brain just making jests,
Scaring up some deep dark tricks.

Thanks a lot Stephen King you creep,
I can't even walk my dog in peace.
In bright day light or while I sleep,
I'm always ill at ease.

7/15/2018
Alton Texas