Eyebrows raised in surprise,
He got into the habit
Of talking to himself
And answering his own questions
In a loud and angry voice.
A Tree of Dignified Appearance
Fed up with its noisy leaves
And its chirping little birds,
Plus that young woodpecker
Drilling himself a new home.
Where Do My Gallows Stand?
Outside the window
I looked out of as a child
In an occupied city
Quiet as a graveyard.
My Darling Clementine
You lifted our low-down mood
This dark autumn evening,
Playing that sweet old song
With a comb and toilet paper.
My Mother Hoped
To take her sewing machine
Down into her grave,
And I believe she did that,
’Cause every now and then
It keeps me awake at night.
For Rent
A large clean room
With plenty of sunlight
And one cockroach
To tell your troubles to.
“Where Do My Gallows Stand?” is drawn from “No Land in Sight.”
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