The Dzmc Apocrypha 20

Heighdy Ho

Thomas Cleveland Lane
doody, ( i meant to say howdy) thar,
stranger, what's your nomenclature? i wonder
aloud to the birds in the
sky. how 'bout a slab
of blueberry pie? not that
i have one on
hand, un-
derstand, I'm just sayin', since
mime is illegal in most states
of mind, and, not being
unkind, blueberry stains do
not match your pants. speaking
of legals, not boxers or beagles, i wonder,
not who wrote the book
of love-I doped that out last march-why it

happens to be, somebody said, i've got
to be me? to that i invoke
the fat chance. could i not be, at least for a
day, an old jitney driver, working
hard for no pay? chew on
that and, when you've spat, tell me
the tale, and you might make a
sale. the shortest stride
between two points, is often the
cause of flexing, not
smoking the joints. if i knew that
then, or some other time when, i might
feel a little less
dense, and to my relief, let me pause
to be brief, the world and
this verse would
make sense.

Published by Thomas Cleveland Lane

I am a semi-retired freelance writer (willing to take on new clients). I work in local (Montgomery County, Md.) theater at the amateur and non-union level. When I don t have an onstage gig, I go to piano bar...  View profile

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  • Thomas Lane2/8/2011

    Thank you, Math gal, for your helpful comment. Sadly, the sales of my book (a sore point as yet) number, not in the thousands but in the dozens.

  • Math gal2/8/2011

    Hey! You finally topped an average of 300 pvs per article. I wonder how many thousands of copies of your book you have sold.

  • Ali Canary2/6/2011

    Whoa, head spinning now (but pleasantly).

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