Don't Take Any Wooden Nickels

Snakes don’t always bite,
they run away from you.
American flags are in tatters,
drooping in autumnal winds.
Birds have stopped singing,
and huddle in oil-soaked wings.
Automobiles crash into each other
like Coney Island bumper cars.
Skeletons dance on my lawn
singing, For he’s a jolly good fellow.
Jesus may be a victim of mistaken identity.
Fallopian tubes clog with unopened eggs,
Lesbians wait at a sperm bank.
Nothing is worth more than this day.
Loving intimacy can’t be beat
before you get a slam dunk taste of the void.

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About the Author

Milton P. Ehrlich Ph.D. is an 88-year-old psychologist and a veteran of the Korean War. He has published poems in The Antigonish Review, London Grip, Arc Poetry Magazine, Descant Literary Magazine, Wisconsin Review, Red Wheelbarrow, Christian Science Monitor, and The New York Times.