Poetry

Gaspereaux

Alternatively, “Nothing to adhere to”

Photo by Brandon on Unsplash

I heard the news
when it finally began to trickle out
of that Somehow Town
turns out the Innuendo Mill
was laying off
something about the boiler
not functioning
and the pitiful exchange rate
wasn’t helping much either
story was the conveyors
were spitting chards of turpitude
on the locals for weeks now

it’s gotten to the point
where antiques
can’t tell what’s certain
from exaggeration or filthy gossip

I’m reminded of that acid trip
in the very same town of my youth
my one and only actually
surprisingly, I remember every little thing about it
the beginning, the middle, and the end

I’m also reminded that
an hour glass doesn’t
always make it to
its 60th minute