I was never very good at practical jokes.
Often-times, after ringing the doorbell,
I would forget to run away.
And when the door opened,
I would just be standing there,
snickering into my hand,
like some kind of no good at doorbell-ditch kid
Author: tref
"He who lives for the body is dead, though he hath a better weekend than ye"
A girl named, sincerely
I used to know a girl named, Sincerely.
When she moved away,
I tried to write her a letter to
express all the things in my heart.
It was a very short letter.
It began,
Dear Sincerely,
George.
P.S. Once again, I have run out of room.
ii.
So, then, at the bottom of the letter,
I added a bunch of X’s and O’s.
Telling her,
this is what Tic Tac Toe looks like
untethered by the number sign.
If lost in the woods,
leave a trail of bread crumbs
for the birds to eat.
It might help to have some friends on the inside.
Modern necromancy
The restless spirit of the
Spanish ventriloquist, Senor Wences
has begun communicating through me,
using my hand as a vehicle, just
as he once did his famous characters.
ii.
I say this to you, confidentially, &
only because, Senor Wences, has intimated
that he has something very important
to tell you …
about the future!
iii.
So, pull up a chair, as I
don’t want you miss
a single word.
iv.
But before you do,
let me first apply some lip-stick to
my thumb and forefinger.
v.
Because, friend,
there is something else I should tell you,
Senor Wences —
wants to kiss you!
Origins of dance part one
It’s funny to think
that tap dancing
probably started as way
to annoy people,
and then it just
grew from there.
Particular
My mom used to
cut all the crust off
my sandwiches
because I only like
the crust
More specifically, laughter is the best over-the-counter medicine.
Tales of employment
We all know the story
of how the eight members of Wallace Hartley’s band
continued playing
even as the Titanic was sinking.
But sometimes I wonder,
what of the other service staff?
ii.
What was the crepe guy doing?
Was he making crepes?
Or, was he making a raft made of crepes?
iii.
I think too of the ship’s scarf juggler.
Did he continue juggling scarves?
And did the Titanic even have a scarf juggler?
I have no idea.
I just assume, yes.
iv.
Finally,
what of the legend of the ship’s masseur?
Some claim, that during
the ship’s final moments
the masseur could be seen frantically giving
deep tissue leg massages,
though to himself.
v.
“Legs don’t fail me now!”
He was last heard to say.
Windy skies at night, sailors fly kites
When-ever,
my good friend,
Akmal the egg laying boy,
invites me over for
breakfast,
I always make sure
to tell him,
NO.
