The Final Detonator Of Thought
By Colin James
Curly sang opera.
Refused to change his name.
He of the vibrating larynx,
busted out of his tuxedo.
Sat on the front box confused.
His short hair shorter
than most sickly desperadoes.
A transfer was arranged.
A month in the north country,
quiet and peace immersed him.
Up with the larks and lemons,
long walks incognito.
No milk maids to hug,
nor welders, furriers, decorators.
Pushkin's hemorrhoids
cleaned up real quick.
A diet of pine cones and snuff
regaled the migrating birds.
Colin James has a couple of chapbooks of poetry published. Dreams Of The Really Annoying from Writing Knights Press and A Thoroughness Not Deprived of Absurdity from Piski's Porch Press and a book of poems, Resisting Probability, from Sagging Meniscus Press.