Noir Street Choir

Purple plaque plugs these rose drowsy lines Cowled slugs slow tunes wet needed nibbling speech Crawls to neck to nip & gnaw ear snack signs Where moons have placed your pierced panache. One day we’ll dance this sonnet for Monet Gather green garden bonnet bright flowers Moist morning your sweet toes curled sachet & place…

A Plumber’s Noir

I was up late last night, twittering through “The Late Show,” the best way to watch Letterman, and awoke past the dawn to discover a delightful missive, a kind of plumbing noir note, left inside the TP wheelbarrow, placed atop the closed loo. The empty wheelbarrow was a first clue to the mishap that must…

The Postman Always Rings Twice, the Plumber Rarely More Than Once

I read a book this week, “The Postman Always Rings Twice.” There is no postman, but plenty of rings. The title page of my copy is stamped “WITHDRAWN,” and below that, “CIRCULATION STORAGE,” and above the publisher info., “SIERRA MADRE PUBLIC LIBRARY.” When a library “withdraws” a book, perhaps some helpful librarian might add a…