Two Nonsense Poems
One Last Score It will be an inside job From the unmarked van. We'll synchronize watches and our fast-talking ex-con wearing a stolen waiter’s uniform, will slip past the guard distracted by the spilled coffee while the trained monkey steals the keys. The loot is sure to be ours. No loose-cannon cop with a chip on his shoulder, or his desk-pounding police chief three days from retirement will have a last-minute revelation, to connect the dots from the hidden clue in plain sight. But I swear, if I go down, I’m taking you with me. O, an Ocean of Nonsense Say it ain’t so, Geronimo— you don’t need to swap a feather from your weather-worn, war bonnet just to know what Columbus didn’t know. You never had to sail the ocean blue when oceans sailed others to you. Say it ain’t so, O-hi-o. Here you are round on the edges, high in the middle In your heart is Columbus without an ocean blue anywhere near you. Say it ain’t so, old Pla-to— you stacked your question...
