Watch Out For The Iceberg Lettuce Poem by Craig Turner

There was a knock at door,
I came too see,
But noone appeared,
I ventured and finally became ensnaired,
Then the sun came out,
And blew us all away.

Yes,
She said,
Underneath her hand,
Underneath her brain,
The trapped sentiment,
Hidden behind the window pane.

Come on in,
Said the hinges squeak,
Pull the blind behind you,
We need to speak,
Turn on the light,
Turn it off and repeat.

On the front of the newspaper,
That skated under my body,
While I slept,
Was You,
Printed in pristine,
Just you.