There was a youn lady called Pru
Who declared she had nothing to do

So she set about putting it right
And got into a bit of a fight

You see she wanted to make it clear
That she had nothing to hide and nothing to fear

She was incredibly rude and loud
What she said hung in the air like a heavy cloud

She wanted to set up a stall, selling buttons to one and all
She seemed to have found her call

But she said to a woman who purchased six small ducks
That the woman was bang out of luck

For small was not her size
From her hips to her big blue eyes

She continued with her speech
That made it clear, small was out of the woman's  reach

The woman began to cry
Pru began to sigh

People began to gather
Everyone got in a bit of a lather

A gentleman happened by
And asked Pru why?

Why did she feel the need, to put the woman down?
Pru began to consider and began to frown

That was not her intention, she was misunderstood
She had just meant that small was no good for the woman's hood

Pru and the woman shook hands
The council provided a band

Someone brought scones and jam for afternoon tea
And everyone sat down to eat at about half past three

Now Pru and the woman are friends
And this short story is soon to end

But first I just wanted to say
Thanks for reading, have a good day

Cast about like a
Plug on ten pound test
Reeled through a nest of branches drowned last year
Trying to keep the nest
From building
In your shiny new
Open cast Hundred
Twenty dollar reel
You bought to look cool
(Give me a zebco 300)
And no idea where the
******* drag is set
A fierce  sixty pound striped bass drags
Tugs under you feel the pull
Wait
Make sure
There
Pull
Set that mother hey
He's on
Running away tugging
And you
Fall off the pier
Let go and
All your **** goes
Swimming.
Better undo that
Rope tied to
Your belt, the one with ten
Bream flopping,
Them mocassins be
Here in a min,
Spit out the water
You swallowed
After you gain ground again.
And break out
That old fave  zebco
Tomorrow.

1st Waitress

                    “Like, the flag’s waving in the wind, okay?
                    But there ain’t no wind on the moon.  I’ve been
                    Graduated two years, and they can’t fool me.”

2nd Waitress

                    “It was, like, on a pole and stuff, you know?”

1st Waitress

                    “They would say that, wouldn’t they, right? Okay?”

I hear it
half in the bag of blankets
with an empty glass of wine
dumped
Between--
the furnace rumbling on
and the cat purring on my lap

"What the hell!"

That foreign sound!--

...of water in the winter
Far too cold for rain
more like a forest stream's refrain
I start to think of birds-- Then it occurs

I have a problem in the basement

Wading into the waters of Lake Laundry
Glancing warily for those snakes of wires
suspended from their rafter's limbs
about to spit and snag me
with their lightning strike

Slamming that ****
to make it go--
away--

Defeat
dripping off
jeans and unders
A clothes line pinned
with curses

Ah yes.
The smell of the Tide ...
going out
on another day