I was sitting on a barstool, closing time was near
When an old coot sat down and ordered up a beer.
There is absolutely no way to dispose of one’s loyal underwear without some degree of risk….and guilt.
Tired of long poems you don’t understand? Don’t strain your brain. These five flash-poems could be right up your alley. They border on the macabre and are a tad irreverent. But they’ll take only about five seconds to read. That way, even if they stink, you won’t have wasted much time.
Trash Day
A modern tale delivered in a William Wordsworth manner
Stale air smells of dead flowers and formaldehyde.
It’s cramped and dark, hot in the summer, cold in the winter.
Not much of a view either.
You say you’re here but I beg to differ.
Here is long gone, in your rear-view mirror.
Drive in the country; they’re easy to find.
They chew and moo with others of their kind.
Catholics don’t know how good they got it. Sure, they got Heaven & Hell, but they also got: