Poetry

Bureaucratic Showdown

The bell would chime.

Ding.

Ding.

That was the time.

Ding.

Ding.

“High noon,” he’d said.

Ding.

Ding.

“I’ll shoot ya’ dead!”

Ding.

Ding.

And to the street . . .

Ding.

Ding.

The two did meet.

Ding.

. . .

The silent bell

. . .

an anxious hell.

. . .

They would find soon

. . .

it wasn’t noon

. . .

a narrow escape

. . .

thanks to red-tape

. . .

Poetry

A Serious Author

Seriously

the pictures come together

in my hurting brain,

seriously

they move in quick succession

and the wonder of something old

like film

is fresh on my mind,

seriously

the pictures try to make sense

in words of adjectival abominations

but they come out

even worse on paper

or screen,

it is serious, most serious,

but I seriously end up laughing

at it,

thinking of a joke

that would make them weep