THE CENTER FOR SHORT-LIVED PHENOMENA by Colin James

 One of our members
            was only married
            for a few months,
            when he required of his wife
            to end every question
            framed with the colloquialism,
            "before you choke the chicken?"
            His remains were scattered
            over a Bavarian Forest,
            the Pacific Ocean Maldive Atolls,
            and an Indiana Walmart parking lot.
            Still he did not rue.
            Rather, his only regret
            was his inability to locate
            a decent decaf coffee

 

 

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