A dancing dragon winds
through streets of Chinatown.
Head pivots, nods, and turns
as it looks all around.
I hope its golden eye
will not catch sight of me
because its big, curved fangs
do not look so friendly.
You may say its paper,
and those teeth can't do harm,
but there's life in its moves
that's cause of my alarm.
I don’t get attached. They’ll always let you down in the end. I took them to the Andes, the Himalaya — places most people only dream of going — but, ultimately, they just fell apart on me when I needed them most.
saplings sprout
from the ornate trim
of a once-grand mosque.
Share it with whom? What if it’s one of those “King Solomon cuts the baby in half” scenarios? Alas, life is not always like a box of chocolates. Sometimes you do know what you’re going to get… a dead baby, that’s what.
I watched enough Wile E. Coyote to know when someone is trying to dance me under an anvil.
Slow Learner Sings the Blues
I suspect they’d have been making strange and new noises every time they got up from a seat, as well as experiencing randomly distributed sharp shooting pains every once in a while. The apple, presumably, doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Seek a second and third independent source. The News is increasingly unreliable.
I used to play with blocks and Lincoln Logs, but as I was not interested in majoring in Architecture, there was no way to respectably continue the activity.
I wake up. I don’t die. I go to sleep.
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