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
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