HOW CLICHÉ
The rocking chair rocked
all by itself
(I always like it when
that happens - not only
is there comfort
in the routine of ghosts
but there is also comfort
in the steadfastness
of clichés).
My friend and I saw
the chair rocking through
the broken window
and she yelled in her most
shrill tone of voice
"That's so gay ... so cliché!"
before the window broke
the rest of the way
and her head lopped off and
rolled like a ball at play.
Yes, and blood did spray.
How deliciously cliché.
Peter Joseph Swanson


Comments: 20
Your endings always leave me smiling, and alwas spellbound.
Oh, what the heck. More, more, more!