Pianos and Buses

Posted: April 27, 2014 in literature, poetry
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Piano and Buses

 

They drop from the sky
at the worst time,
pummel the unsuspecting passersby,
not even a brief discord
or half sonata
to warn the victim
of pancake ala grand piano
 
or step
off the curb
on the cell phone,
try to
seal that important
business deal,
a once-in-a-lifetime
hook-up,
no horn,
no screech of tires,
just a few tons
of bus
that makes
mincemeat
of mister cell phone,
 
or stay home,
close the shades,
lock the doors,
hope,
really pray,
those bad ‘ol
pianos and buses
don’t crash through
the roof,
down on all our heads

by
Rod C. Stryker

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Comments
  1. Laura says:

    I really like this, Rod!

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