Junkyard Sunday

Today is like a rat’s ass,

I’m thinking,

like a Junk Yard Sunday

where old cars

are stripped for

spare parts

then crushed and

melted down

into a Second Coming.

Now that’s ressurection,

I say.

But that

sort of knowledge

doesn’t help much.

So what? I can name the nine

planets which by scientific vote

have been reduced to eight.

Pluto was demoted to dwarf status,

you know. Bastards!

A lot of good that does me.

I wasn’t planning a visit there

in my lifetime anyway.

I know what you must be

thinking, why is today like

a rat’s ass or a Junk Yard Sunday?

And what would

Pluto have to do with anyting

I might have to say?

Well, look around you, man,

the universe

is one big, humongous place.

We can’t possibly

cover it all in one fell swoop,

but at least it’s

a start.

Bird feathers flip-flopping

in place, and bear scat piled high

in the Halls of Justice.

Noonday Heebie Jeebies

happens to be

the flavor of

the month. Deal with it!

Algorithms got me here,

and here I’ll stay. It’s all

bullshit anyway.

Okay, it’s your turn.

Knock, knock, who’s there?

Chris Hanch 6-17-19