Duh!
I boiled an egg,
stepped in gum.
What else should I do
to write about
a hard-boiled gumshoe?
***
Deep
I look like I am
deep in thought
but you don’t see
I’m picking boogers
from my nose.
***
Static
Through the static
comes a voice, a growly voice.
I listen closely,
and I hear
“Turn the damn radio off!”
***
Dangerous
This porcupine is bristly.
Quills etch lines
into your glass,
pierce your nose.
Give me wine.
I’ll retract my barbs.
published in “The Alien Buddha’s Microdoses,” republished on Medium
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