burp

let's get sick drunk i say to a poem.
he agrees with a burp.

i'll drink the words
then you     throw up.

wine or cognac, he asks?
in our
inebriated     excellence
we'll mock the blue
sky
like a hushed lake.

we'll drown sacred
words with each toast,
then fight the falling like

   autumn's

      last
         leaf.

string theory

if i knew     better,
i wouldn't be     writing this.
but that partly     explains
the expanding universe theory.

it's the super string     idea
that has me all
sticky and i suspect
the makers of     silly
string had something
to do with it.

if only they had
queried me.

but that returns to my original
point which was:
if i knew     better.

and i don't.

many things expand,     at least
in concept,
but concepts can be
like push-button cans:   instantly
gratifying if you aren't
on the tricky end.
and if anyone had     bothered
to ask me,
which they didn't,
i would have mentioned
that     no one
has successfully     returned
silly string
       into the can.

Richard Lighthouseis a contemporary writer and poet. He holds an M.S. from Stanford University. His work has been published in: The Penwood Review, West Hills Review, Mudfish, and many others worldwide.

Email: Richard Lighthouse

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