My house built in the 1920s still has a TV antenna like a tattoo you got in early mid… with which you’ve come to have

I can never remember street names navigating strictly by landmarks taking left turns just past abandoned doughnut shops impugning me to keep my marriage

When they shut down Ringling Bros… a down on his luck clown looked into a second career as a m… but was informed that the mimes were only accepting applications f…

In showing us what darkness looks… fog is equal and opposite to stars lighting up the night sky

In sci-fi movies They predict future crimes Arresting the accused Before they can start Much less finish

Your search for a vein is now done in vain under the soft tyranny of wireless narcotics in whose touchless embrace

Who is my trainer? God Who is my sparring partner? God Who is my cornerman?

We hit it off: she’d declawed her cats and I’d plucked my cacti’s needles

I can forgive myself anything exce… All of my contingency planning Was contingent upon Sending a contingent of negotiator…

It’s a lot easier for men to dwell in the mystery of what a woman wants than to acknowledge what it is exactly that

I hope to live several decades more making it odd to know so very well what they’ll put

How can you tell the pseudo-intell… From the overly intellectual? The former will tell you how While the latter will tell you to… But since I can’t tell

Of course, the west Still thinks it’s the best And in the postmodern west The best is the worst Which is all well and good

Love may never win but love always ties