Incoherence
      was nothing but a horsefly
neighing like monotone sitcom
      music
purred in a melodic
      buzzing just between
            my right ear and the porch screen
opened
to screaming kids on the sidewalks
of summer,
their shirt and tie

daddys and husbands shuffling in from work

asking momma “what's for dinner?”.



©2005 by Paul Adrian Mabelis