Husband: Honey, can you please make my oatmeal less lumpy this morning? It is hard to swallow!
Wife: She looks at him and grins. She continues to stir the oatmeal. Then drops a huge clump into his bowl.
Husband: Honey, it’s still lumpy! Didn’t you hear me?
Wife: She grabs a skillet and knocks him upside his head!
Husband: Honey, can you hand me a straw?
- John Hardesty
The Sun never shines out of fashion, always
holding on to its fiducial light. Our Sun’s
immortal stare is clinched there for time
immemorial, never blinking, and solemnly
steadfast blared through every Chinese and
Egyptian Dynasty’s demise, never wavered in
its glorious gleam whilst the Romans slaughtered
the Holy Jew, and never surrendered its glare
when Fascism soared beneath the Sun’s breath.
Jim Morrison was the Reptilian King,
Upon the highway an Indian’s spirit
Commandeered your fragile soul.
The Bohemian shrug,
We have all entered a dark room
Scared, fearless, and young
Of what monsters we’ll exhume.
How can I act normally insane?
When death has taken everyone
And everything that I'll never regain.
Lo, kept this pain within
Neither God nor the River Jordan
Could wash away my sin.
This dark room has no windows
To gaze out upon the refuge
Of these silent innuendos.
The coincidences of chance
And the universal of mistakes
That led to romance.
Those who offer condolences
With their synthetic smiles
And parapet fences.
The last pursuit
Of angling and dangling
For irrevocable and irretrievable fruit.
How many years
Upon this unforgiving earth
Man wastes with useless tears?
