Sit A Spell

This thing shows up at my door
looks like a fellow but you can
never really tell about these types.
I say come on in, it isn't as if
I didn't expect you afterall.
The calling cards are all over
the place and I don't bother trying
to throw them away anymore.
I'm sorry for the rubbish even.
It isn't as if I didn't know you
were around, didn't know
you were so thirsty. Saw
you walking the other day
hands in your pockets, head low
then you looked up as I tried
desperately to turn away, act
as if I didn't know you.
That kind of thing never works anyway.
You catch the blank stare, the angry
grimace twisted-up in a vehicle
morningtime taking the kids to school.
You see her there in her place
as if you are in a peculiar mirror.
Someone else sees the same thing
same time and you laugh at it
but it isn't the same when you are alone.
It shows up at the door to hound you
about unpaid bills or grievances
without even saying a word...
just sitting there and looking around
as if the objects collected really mean
what it is that they fail to mean.
Sitting there, and then crossing the legs.
When he crosses his legs it means he
isn't going to leave real soon or anymore.
Likes it. Really-really likes the silence
of it all. He only pretended to thirst,
to look shabby for the attention

and the chance.
Always sees the chance this fellow.
Real sneaky like that and gets even
by not getting even. By sitting there
in the mirror he brought in his tiny pockets.

*Yes, the stories are vague now. Point taken. But that guy keeps showing up...never done with his battles over this old hag's soul.