Door-to-door Sales
Eyes crazed and hollow
And with spittle
Forming at the corner
Of his mouth
He shouted his Bible-thumping sermon
Through my window
I stared blankly
Deer in headlight apprehensive
As if making a move
Would cause
His self-perceived canonical flakiness
To claw its way
Through glass
And fling me down to hell
© Expressions by Christine 7/18/11
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