Bad Poetry

Sincere Thanks

Editor's note... I located my original file for the prose poem today, and opted to replace the one I originally posted with the one I originally intended to post.
I really appreciate the three sales I've had so far! It's a really cool deal to be able to say that you've written something that people have purchased.

I've taken to reading a lot of James Tate lately. I'll be posting one of my creations based on his work very soon... like right now.

"STONE GOOSE"

When I went out this morning to get the paper, I noticed that my stone goose with a sailor outfit had moved. Not that this was unusual, It moves all the time without my noticing it, probably just neighborhood children playing a prank. They never steal the goose because it must weigh one hundred pounds and that seems to be a lot to steal. Most mornings, when I emerge bleary eyed from my house, the goose has just moved a foot or two, but this morning was different. “Honk” said the goose. It was distinct. It couldn’t have come from anywhere other than the goose. I bent down to examine the once lifeless statue that had begun to honk at me from my own front porch. As I peered into its glassy eyes, an ear shattering boom came from the front yard, and I turned just in time to see my mailbox sailing into the distance. Then the laughter of the neighborhood children reached my ears, and I noticed the tape recorder hidden inside the goose’s sailor cap.

You have to admit. It was a darn good prank.

Okay... that's it

Talk to you all later

Andy

posted by Andy W. Anderson, Ph.D Candidate @ 4:05 PM