The Cake is a Lie

The promise of cake on the dining room table Is a lie, And so are the writhing maggots in its place. I'm dessert! I had heard it speak. I'm sweet and rich with dark-chocolate swirls! I turned to see quick, Expecting buttercream thick And an orange-lit wick To celebrate with. But there was no cake....

The Breaks

I keep it on a hook in the back of the coat closet, My green umbrella. But there's nothing but sun to see, (A red-orange streak cuts across the dusk), No use to carry it with me. It's nice to know I have it, though. Come for a walk outside, you say, On account of...

When Hindsight Comes A-Calling

Hindsight knocked. He brought Bravado, And close behind, Blame did follow. I invited the First Then shut the door To keep away the Second and Third. I pulled out a chair for the guest to sit To stay and chat a little bit. We sipped our tea, (Hindsight and Me), And no one else sat...