Hay bales sunning naked
in an open field
Trash barrels Polka dancing with
no lids
Only one was granted
random access
Converts carry toxic candles
to their own demise
Koalas sing a happy birthday
song a cappella
It’s forty miles and a toothache
to the next watering hole
You sense the senseless
on the last day of school
Be-bop doo wap wails
at the sock-hop
Ridiculousness rides the rail
to elsewhere
Tangerine pustules mar
the surface of the Sudetenland
They told you to hold on
then hung-up the phone
What’s the use, you say?
Tomorrow there’s a chance
for rain
How many poets does it take
to fill the restroom?
Get a broom and sweep up
the rest of us
And you thought van Gogh
was insane
Sometimes Mondays and punctuation
count for nothing
Do it all over again
Rinse, repeat…
Three frogs wearing bowler hats have no feet
You’ve been warned
no more smart phone for you
-30-
Chris Hanch 6-17-2022
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