Marty has a look on his face
that indicates
his intimate knowledge
of the price of limes
at his corner bodega,
but he won’t tell anyone.
He wants people to see
for themselves
while visiting the store
and perusing the produce.
Marty has always
been a proponent
of mom and pop places,
and his face
gives away that sentiment.
Timmy wrapped a towel
around his head
to protect his locks
from the elements
so he could stroll about
freely around the square
without a care in the world.
A string
with the personality of a human
strikes under the weather,
through the phases of life
that pull at its core.
Elegantly twirling
through stories of its origin,
it plucks and harmonizes with itself
in a grand gesture of goodwill.
Nothing is finite
for this string, it sees
existence as a stroke of light
spread across its length.
Peter put the posies in a paper bag and shook them until the petals started to come off. He heard about this technique on daytime television as a way to accelerate the acquisition of fine potpourri for his bathroom, but he didn’t feel like following up with anything else. His brand of potpourri ended up being a bowl of wilting posey petals and nothing else. No pinecones, no cinnamon sticks, nothing.
She agreed to kiss him
under the condition
that they both drink
fifteen ounces of fresh water first.
Little did she know
that water would only
aggravate bad breath conditions
and make the kiss a miserable experience.
Mississippi and Misterssippi
found a baby
in their breadbox one morning.
Nobody could tell them
how it got there.
Local experts thought
it could have been smuggled in,
but why the breadbox of all places?
Everyone was stumped on that.
He preferred his brains roasted
with a glass of fine vouvray
every evening at seven sharp.
No later, no sooner, or
he wouldn’t know when to eat.
He had an idea, but only that,
at mealtime he needed a bell
to be rung and rung again.
But yesterday Denis (the man
who rings the bell) had to
pick up his kid from the hospital
and abandoned his post.
There were no bells.
The whole meal was ruined.
It was a damn shame.
WHARVED 