The hardware store clerk had a hobby:
Drinking all night, he assembled
Model trains. His hobby, however, was drinking.
“I’m getting out of this business,” he said.
Thank God for Social Security
And the dandelions of suburbia.
As for the Emperor,
Even his enemies emulated his hairstyle.
A month of frost bought him an island.
This is all terribly bucolic, and that sort of thing,
But don’t we deserve something more enlightening?
That’s a rhetorical question.
Do me a favor and carry your firehose to someplace where it will be more useful, like a fire.
Instead of beating me over the head with it.
Always stay away from those
Who carry ’round a fire hose.
Solita Gauzeater and Jimmy Flagella
Were whiling away the time
Before their wedding
By screaming at each other.
They rode away in a chorus of tin cans.
A clean October day—
So clean you can see your reflection
In the dogwoods.
The act of dying is of no importance—it takes such a short time.
That house is in other hands now.
So is the town, for that matter.