Hector Van Ort lived in a pumpkin. It was a very nice pumpkin, very orange. At one point, it had actually been made of pumpkin, but then it got warm and the pumpkin got unpleasant and Hector had it reinforced with matchsticks and tinder. That worked about as well as one would expect, really. Thankfully [...]
I’ve found
that at this point in the evening
my train of thought
tends to be an empty passenger locomotive
dangerously low on fuel,
more inclined than not
to derail under a slight breeze,
and running along rusted-out tracks
held together
with duct tape and a prayer.
The engineer is passed out cold
and the conductor’s under the delusion
that he is, in fact,
an all-powerful lawn flamingo.
As such, whatever it was that I [...]