One Line Poems

When do you have your midlife crisis when you’re immortal?

Half way through the sentence.

The Toilet;

Monastic brown boxes

The little autumns of life

America;

At least you can still have a BBQ

My dream of you was so dirty

It was condemned

When he tells you he loves you

I mean it

How many gods does it take to screw in a light bulb?

Depends on if the light bulb really exists.

For Emily Dickenson:

If god is the weight of my brain

Satan must be 6 inches tall

If I wasn’t such a fatalist

I’d turn bunt toast into croutons

I mean it this time

I mistrust you

Together we are tuberous

And cassava like in tapioca life

She didn’t pretend to like Robert Johnson

Come on into my kitchen she said

She entered from the dining room

I entered from the bathroom

Her black dog humped my leg

I hope they have high school reunions in heaven

I’d love to see who died first

Or who died most successfully

If this were a metaphor it would be

God

Lipstick on the barrel

Handguns don’t go well with love