Mistaken Identity by DF Lewis
Published 'Purple Patch' 1992
I really thought I must be the Invisible Man,
With waxen strips swaddled round a swollen head.
I stumbled, stood, scratched an itch, then ran and ran,
Even if my vacant limbs felt like heavy swinging lead.
Could I be indeed the solid ghost of H.G.Wells?
Or the empty effigy of a zombie's dummy?
Then a thousand tongues from a million hells
Said I wasn't invisible, merely a gummy mummy.
Posted by nemonymous
at 2:21 PM BST
Updated: Saturday, 13 October 2007 2:22 PM BST
