by James J. Dye
(Dubuque, IA, USA)
I went upstairs to grab a squirt
and found a jar of chocolates.
I shoved 3 down, headed back down,
and put the rest in my pockets.
I engaged in mindless banter,
pondered blame, and wondered
about blurry perceptions.
It seems the world has bad reception.
I smoked a smoke,
and told a joke.
The response was sarcastic laughter.
Then reached back down, and I found,
the melted chocolate.