the last salmon
The apple wore pants to the school dinner so we put on our eating trousers. I thought I saw Sicily go by but I didn’t, the window misunderstood what the gourd band expressed. The bear escaped the circus at the exact time hibernation fell upon him so when he woke up at the fairgrounds he was exchanging playing cards with music drawn on his hat. Complaints didn’t come from where i expected, they never do. so i ran down the same arid place i always do, with the same non-result. what are you doing, they asked. i replied i’m the last salmon. oh, i heard, like a waterfall, when i fell i never landed.
Trees went to goodwill looking for clothing that fit but didn’t find any.