5678. HERE AT THE HANGING

HERE AT THE HANGING

(a better bumper sticker)

The party was even started and the party

was over. Someone cut the limb from the

tree and 'all fall down', as is said. I had a

rock-a-bye baby headache right then, and

my mismatched feelings were tough. She

held a lamp and a wax-filled bucket : hot

to the touch, yet intrepid. 'My gosh,' said

the jailer, 'they worry about so many things.'

-

That was a while back; everything passed 

and no repercussions ensued. I went with my 

high-hats to Wave Hill just to squander the view.

Oh, that bold Hudson was sunning in its own,

grand, view. Stunning too! 'Sit with me awhile,

let's just take this all in.' Some yellowed tourists

were smoking; cameras and hats and all that.

-

Parking one's automobile along a ledge is a

skill to be learned. The shine of wax finishes

glisten  -  to the point sometimes of annoyance.

I once knew a guy who had a bumper-sticker

on his car that read 'a shiny car is a sign of a 

sick mind.' I think it referred to the idea of

wasting all that time. Polish, the wax, the 

rubbing, the cloth. (One does what one 

does, but do what one ought).