Deeper
Broader
Round and Round
Who knows?
Are you proposing to tickle my brain
or swabbing the deck?
Why not become an engineer?
Propose the tracks before
sitting in the caboose.
Or wedge a plane into a keyhole
and come out on top of a cellar door.
Look where you’re going before stepping off a cliff.
Life follows death like a puppy.
Keep in mind you’re a bog.
And if you see a will-of- the-wisp
you’re lucky.
But it’s there because you’ve been told
or something similar roamed the highway
Look up Look down
Lo and behold
Here comes a runaway streetcar!
Deeper Streetcars
Published in Poetry