A Zero Tale

The scale’s dial looked like I weighed zero Which at first made me want to boast But when I stepped, the non-moving arrow May have foretold that I was a ghost Yet the weird tale doesn’t stand at all still That eerie vision may be out of place For what if I was adrift in the chill Of the remote depths of outer space Yet the pounding in my brain did beat So much that it was too hard to stand As if the scale was placed on my feet And I stood upside down on my hands I finally realized that too much drink Made me think of tales that were too tall Because once I took the time to think I stood on the clock that fell off the wall 10/18/15 David Fisher For the contest, Trashed #4, sponsor, Broken Wings