by Jerry Ratch
Along with Bad Bunny
comes the reckless dancing
the ambulance chases
and the long, drawn-on faces
It is well known
unemployment can be found
at the end of the moon
but do we know anything at all
about the howling?
We need more insensitive dogs around here
that's all
Things that don't bark at the drop of a hat
We need more signs such as
“Cow-Tipping Not Allowed”
or at least
“Cow-Tipping Strongly Discouraged”
Things like that to keep out
the hayseeds
Who said anything about
the red glazed chickens
beside the rain-filled
wheelbarrow
anyway?
In the room beside the moon
I heard Walt Whitman singing
“Can I Go To the Bathroom With You?”
Don't pay anymore attention to this
than you have to
I just use my middle finger
for convenience
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Love the cadence and juxtaposition of images. *
Walt Whitman avoiding all highfalutins and Hank Williams coughing all night long, a thousand floors above me in the tower of song.
Enjoyed.
Lxx
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Enjoyed.
Those damn chickens again! *