*image by Ben Harubin

 

In the City
Don't hang around.

 

If it goes in one ear and out the other,
the other you got.

If you do have to hand around in the City at least keep this in mind,
“Don’t hang around in the City.”

The trompe l’oeil world of the mind again carried to its deserved limit:
A Man is given the job of counting the number of automobiles entering
a parking lot since it should legally accommodate only fifty, and he leaves
after getting to thirty, figuring,
“It’s been correct so far, and probably
would be on up to fifty!”
Adios, small details.

Playing in a latin band is no guarantee you’ll speak Spanish.

In the midst of a not-feeling-so-hot spell, a traveler finally concluded,
via self diagnosis, “Ah, I guess I’m just homesick.” But then realized,
“Can’t be, I don’t even have a sick.”