If a Tree Falls in Reisterstown, but There's No One Around . . . ?
Alan Britt
This man, pajama legs crossed
on the velvet divan,
feels a twitch, a needle-nosed pliers
pinching his heart muscle
and upon rising radiates lasers
from his fatal heart attack
exploding one of four opera bulbs
tilted in every basement direction.
Irony is, when the family returns from shopping
at Marshall’s and feasting at Taco Bell,
they’ll think the bulb blew first,
thus, triggering the fatal heart attack!